"Wait around town," she said in a changed voice. "I think I heard him
say something of riding out, but he'll be back before long. That's the
only tip I can give you, partner."
So she rose and hurried back to the kitchen.
"Bert," she said, "I'm off for the rest of the day. You got to handle
the place."
He panted: "But the heavy rush--it ain't started yet."
"It's started for me."
"What d'you mean?"
"Nothin'. I'm on my way. S'long, Bert. Back in the mornin' bright and
early."
If she could not find Bard at least she could find Nash at the ranch of
Drew, and in that direction she headed her racing horse.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE SHOW
Jansen, the big Swede, was the first to finish his meal in Drew's
dining-room. For that matter, he was always first. He ate with
astonishing expedition, lowering his head till that tremendous,
shapeless mouth was close to the plate and then working knife and fork
alternately with an unfaltering industry. To-night, spurred on by a
desire to pass through this mechanical effort and be prepared for the
coming action, his speed was something truly marvellous.
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