The saloon-keeper evidently mistrusted some danger to Duncan, from the detective's inquiries, and Manning was inclined to believe that the fugitive had stopped there during his stay in Bozeman, and that the proprietor of the saloon had attempted to deceive him and turn him off from the tracks of the unfortunate burglar.
Thus far, from all that could be learned of Duncan's movements, the young man was traveling entirely alone.

From point to point across the western continent Manning had traced him, and no tidings of a companion had been as yet received.

Alone and friendless, cut off from all the old associations of his past life, this unfortunate man was flying from a fate which he felt must be impending.

Through the long summer days and under the starry skies during the weary nights, this fleeing outcast was working his way to fancied freedom and security.

I wonder if, during the long watches of the night, when he sought the needed slumber which his weary brain and body demanded, whether the accuser's voice was not sounding in his ears, whether he did not start with affright at fancied dangers, and find his lonely life a burden, heavy and sorrowful! It was now nearly eight o'clock, and the stage would not leave for Helena until midnight, and Manning, having nothing else to do, sought a few hours' sleep in order to be better prepared for the long journey before him.