Collins laughed.
"I reckon not, doc. You round up that lead pill and I'll endure
the grief without knockout drops."
While the doctor was probing for the bullet lodged in his leg,
the sheriff studied the memorandum found in Dailey's hat. He
found it blind, disappointing work, for there was no clearly
indicated starting-point. Bit by bit he took it:
From Y. N. took Unowhat.
This was clear enough, so far as it went. It could only mean that
from York Neil the writer had taken the plunder to hide.
But--WHERE did he take it? From what point? A starting-point must
be found somewhere, or the memorandum was of no use. Probably
only Neil could supply the needed information, now that Dailey
was dead.
Went twenty yards strate for big rock. Eight feet direckly west.
Fifty yards in direcksion of suthern Antelope Peke. Then eighteen
to nerest cotonwood.
All this was plain enough, but the last sentence was the puzzler.
J. H. begins hear.
Was J. H. a person? If so, what did he begin. If Dailey had
buried his plunder, what had J. H. left to do?
But had he buried it? Collins smiled. It was not likely he had
handed it over to anybody else to hide for him.
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