Lone backed away, dismounted, and, stepping carefully, went close.

He could see no reason why a horse should have stood there with his head toward the road ten feet away, unless his rider was waiting for something--or some one.

There were other boulders near which offered more shelter from rain.
Next the rock he discovered a boot track, evidently made when the rider dismounted.

He thought of the wild statement of the girl about seeing some one shoot a man and wondered briefly if there could be a basis of truth in what she said.

But the road showed no sign of a struggle, though there were, here and there, hoofprints half washed out with the rain.
Lone went back to his horse and rode on, still looking for the bag.