Besides we're
carrying a message to Mendez."
"Without the slightest knowledge of where that party is."
"Well, hardly that, Jim. I may not know exactly, but I've got a
glimmer of a notion about where the cuss hangs out, an' I'm going to
have a hunt for it. There's five thousand dollars posted down in
Arizona for that fellow, dead or alive; an' I need the money. Besides,
I reckon this yere Miss Donovan, an' yer ol' partner--what's his
name?--sure, Cavendish--will be mighty glad to see us. You're game for
a try, ain't yer?"
"I shall never stop until I do find them, Dan," said the other
earnestly, the very tone of his voice carrying conviction. "Every cent
of reward is yours; it will be satisfaction enough for me to know those
two are safe."
"That's how I figured it. Now let's trot on; we ain't gaining nothing
by sittin' our saddles here. We can talk while we travel."
There was a few moments of silence, both men evidently busied with
their thoughts; then Westcott asked:
"What is your idea, Dan?"
The marshal rode steadily, humped up over his saddle-horn, his eyes on
the uncertainties in front.
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