"I am looking for Mr. Crumb. Where is he?"
"I don't know. He went away in his car early in the evening, and hasn't come back. What's the matter, anyway? You're the second fellow that's been looking for him. Oh, you're Colonel Pennington, aren't you? I didn't recognize you. Why, some one was here a little while ago looking for him—a young fellow on horseback. I think it must have been your son. Anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," said the colonel. "In case I don't see Mr. Crumb, you can tell him, or whoever is in charge, that you're to break camp in the morning and be off my property by ten o'clock!"
He wheeled his horse and rode down Jackknife Cañon toward Sycamore.
"Well, what the hell!" ejaculated the sleepy man to himself, and withdrew again into his tent.
