The Sheriff's Son
Sanders, her father held to another view. He was convinced that Meldrum was at the bottom of the thing.
This was Roy's instant thought, too. He could not escape the sinister suggestion that through the girl the ruffian had punished them all. While he gave sharp, short orders to get together the riders of the ranch, his mind was busy with the situation. Had he better join Sweeney's posse and patrol the desert? Or would he help more by pushing straight into the hills?
Dingwell rode up and looked around in surprise. "What's the stir, son?"
His partner told him what he had heard and what he suspected.
Before he answered, Dave chewed a meditative cud. "Maybeso you 're right—and maybe 'way off. Say you 're wrong. Say Meldrum has nothing to do with this. In that case it is in the hills that we have got to find Miss Beulah."
"But he has. I feel sure he has. Mr. Ryan says Rutherford thinks so, too."
"Both you and Hal have got that crook Meldrum in yore minds. You 've been thinking a lot about him, so you jump to the conclusion that what you 're afraid of has hap-
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