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So Luck carried a double load of anxiety with him to town, and the first thing
he did when he reached it was to seek, not the beaten cashier who had accused
him, but the ticket agent at the depot, and the baggage men--anyone who would
be apt to remember Annie-Many-Ponies if she took a train out of town.
You might think that, with so many Indians coming and going at the depot,
selling their wares and making picturesque setting for the curios which are
purveyed there, that Luck stood a very slight chance of gaining any
information whatever. But a Sioux squaw in Albuquerque would be as noticeable
as a Hindoo. Pueblos, Navajos--they may come and go unnoticed because of their
numbers. But an Indian of another tribe and style of dress would be
conspicuous enough to be remembered. So, when no one remembered seeing
Annie-Many-Ponies, Luck dismissed the conjecture that she had taken the train,
and turned his attention to picking up the trail of the bank- robbers.
Here the Happy Family, with Applehead and Lite Avery, had managed to
accomplish a good deal in a very short time. The Native Son, for instance, had
ridden straight out from the bank into the Mexican quarter, as soon as he
learned that the red automobile had gone up Silver Street and turned south on
Fourth.
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