"Little old scow named the _Helen Bell_. She can't steam up-stream
a hundred miles a week. She ties up every night. We can easy
catch her, up above St. Genevieve, if we ride fast."
"That looks feasible to me," remarked Judge Clayton, and the others
nodded their approval.
Judge Clayton dropped into a seat, as he replaced his glass on the
nearest table. "By the way, Colonel Dunwody," said he, "there was
something right strange happened on the Vernon, coming down the
Ohio, and I thought maybe you could help us figure it out. There
was another disappearance--that extraordinarily beautiful young
lady who was there--you remember her? No one knew what became of
her. When I heard about that Lily girl's escape, I sent my men
with the two bucks on down home, with instructions for a little
training, so they would not try the underground again right soon.
But now--"
"Now about that Lily girl," interrupted the Honorable William Jones,
who had once more forgotten his temperance resolutions,--"But hello,
Colonel, what's this, wha-a-at's this?"
He picked up and exposed to view a small object which he saw lying
on the hall floor.
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