Luck bad
already mounted and ridden out a little way, where he could view the country
behind them with his field glasses, to make sure that in the darkness they had
not passed by anything that deserved a closer inspection. He came back at a
lope and motioned to Andy and the Native Son.
"That red automobile is standing back about half a mile," he announced
hurriedly. "Empty and deserted, looks like. We'll go back and take a look at
it. The rest of you can finish packing and wait here till we come back. No use
making extra travel for your horses. They'll get all they need, the chances
are."
The red automobile was empty of everything but the upholstering and a jack in
the toolbox. The state license number was gone, and the serial number on the
engine had been hammered into illegibility. What tracks there were had been
blown nearly full of the white sand of that particular locality There was
nothing to be learned there, except the very patent fact that the machine bad
been abandoned for some reason. Luck took a look at the engine and saw nothing
wrong with it. There was oil and there was "gas"--a whole tank full. Andy and
Miguel, riding an ever-widening circle around the machine while Luck was
looking for evidence of a breakdown, ran across a lot of hoofprints that
seemed to head straight away past the rim-rock and on to the hills.
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