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About this time Dunke began to flatter himself that he had made

an impression. Miss Kinney was all smiles. She was graciously

pleased to take a horseback ride over the camp with him, nor did

he know that her roving eye was constantly on the lookout for a

certain spare, clean-built figure she could recognize at a

considerable distance by the easy, elastic tread. Monday evening

the mine-owner called upon her and Mrs. Collins, whose brother

also was among the missing, and she was delighted to accept his

invitation to go through the Mal Pais workings with him.

"That is, if Mrs. Collins will go, too," she added as an

afterthought.