Hamlin's horse is gone, an' Ruth's pony!" He dismounted and burst into the cabin, looking into the two bedrooms.
He came out again, scratching his head in puzzlement.
"I don't seem to sabe this here thing, boys.

I know Ruth Hamlin ain't in the habit of wanderin' off alone at this time of the night.

An' Hamlin was tellin' me that he sure was goin' with Singleton.

It's a heap mysterious, an' I've got a hunch things ain't just what they ought to be!" He turned toward the plain that stretched toward Willets.

Far out--a mere dot in his vision--he detected movement.