Chip and the Little Doctor rode from camp to camp, intercepted every party of searchers they glimpsed on the horizon, and came back to the ranch, hollow-eyed and silent for the most part.

They would rest an hour, perhaps.

Then they would ride out again.
The Happy Family seemed never to think of eating, never to want sleep.
Two days--three days--four days--the days became a nightmare.

Irish, with a warrant out for his arrest, rode with the constable, perhaps--if the search chanced to lead them together.

Or with Big Medicine, whom he had left in hot anger.