"It's tough luck we weren't able to nab Slip Gun," Frank said, as the brothers spurred their horses down the trail.
There was no sign of the horseman they were pursuing as they pounded through the streets of Lucky Lode. The boys' fears mounted when they drew in sight of Hank's cabin. Although darkness had fallen, no lights showed in the windows.
No one answered. Without bothering to light the oil lamp, the boys blundered through the darkness and hastily checked the two sleeping rooms and the kitchen.