He declined to speak of his
future plans or to give any clew to his hiding-place, to which he
now returned.
During the few remaining hours of darkness and most of the next
day, he slept and lounged about his fire. The next night was too
bright and clear for anything beyond a reconnoissance, and he saw
evidences of an alertness which made him very cautious. He did not
seek another interview with Mr. Alford, for now nothing was to be
gained by it.
The next day proved cloudy, and with night began a violent storm
of wind and rain. Brandt cowered over his fire till nine o'clock,
and then taking a slight draught from his flask, chuckled, "This
is glorious weather for my work. Here's to Clara's luck this
time!"
In little over an hour he started for the mine, near which he
concealed his horse. Stealing about in the deep shadows, he soon
satisfied himself that no one was on the watch, and then
approaching the rear of Bute's shanty, found to his joy that the
pony was in the shed. A chink in the board siding enabled him to
look into the room which contained his prey; he started as he saw
Apache Jack, instantly recognizing in him another criminal for
whom a large reward was offered.
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