There were many strangers riding through the country, and where there are many strangers there is also a certain element of danger.

That Miss Allen was lost was not the greatest fear that drove Andy Green forth without sleep and with food enough to last him a day or two.
First he meant to hunt up Pink and Miguel--which was easy enough, since they rode into camp exhausted and disheartened while he was saddling a fresh horse.

From them he learned the direction which Miss Allen had taken when she left them, and he rode that way and never stopped until he had gone down off the benchland and had left the fringe of coulees and canyons behind.

Pink and the Native Son had just come from down in here, and they had seen no sign of either her or the Kid.

Andy intended to begin where they had left off, and comb the breaks as carefully as it is possible for one man to do.