Your brother left the hotel two weeks ago, intending to be gone not more than five days.
He had been nearly eight days on the way, and still that letter which was curled up in his breast pocket kept drifting into words through his mi.
That was why he had saddled his roan, left his job punching cows, and had hurried at once down the trails that led south.
We think you should be informed of his continued absence.
Travel in Alkali Valley, as you know, is dangerous.
We have heard no word from him.
Your brother left the hotel two weeks ago, intending to be gone not more than five days