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By LAURIE YORK ERSKINE Author of ‘‘ The River Trail,’’ ‘‘ Renfrew of the Royal Mounted,’’ etc. CHAPTER XXII. SERGEANT’S MESS. river bottom very carefully indeed. He left his herd in a gully some half a mile away, and approached with Concho for a reconnaissance. He dismounted well behind the edge of the cut bank, and thanked the mists that heralded the dawn for the veil they offered him below. Having used that veil, however, he found it had been quite unnecessary, for the ser- geant was no longer there. ‘That, argued Billy, was good, but not too good, for it left him no indication of how much time he had. So he hurried matters forward, and by dint of deftly handling a difficult situation man- aged to bring his business to a satisfagtory B ive returned to the house in the conclusion and take his departure before MacQuillan reappeared. As a matter of fact, he had a good deal more time than he imagined. The sergeant had walked long circles about the place after Billy got away with his horse, grimly determined to find the trail of the abscond- er. He had failed in this and, moreover, had known himself to be helpless afoot. But he knew better than Billy had known where a fresh horse was to be comman- deered, and had doggedly set out to walk twelve miles for it at about the same time as Billy overtook the Menzies outfit. So it was hours after Billy had cantered away from that night’s business, and in the gray of early morning, that Staff Sergeant Mac- Quillan galloped back hell-for-leather on a borrowed mount. This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for October 20. 746 Gomichooks.co