We
found a grave there. I don't remember the first name on the slab. Mebby it
was washed out. But, so 'elp me God, _the last name was FitzHugh_!"
With a sudden cry, Aldous jumped to his feet and caught Keller's arm.
"You're sure of it, Peter?"
"Positive!"
It was impossible for Aldous to repress his excitement. The engineer stared
at him even harder than before.
"What can that grave have to do with Quade?" he asked. "The man died before
Quade was known in these regions."
"I can't tell you now, Peter," replied Aldous, pulling the engineer to the
table. "But I think you'll know quite soon. For the present, I want you to
sketch out a map that will take me to the grave. Will you?"
On the table were pencil and paper. Keller seated himself and drew them
toward him.
"I'm damned if I can see what that grave can have to do with Quade," he
said; "but I'll tell you how to find it!"
For several minutes they bent low over the table, Peter Keller describing
the trail to the Saw Tooth Mountain as he sketched it, step by step, on a
sheet of office paper. When it was done, Aldous folded it carefully and
placed it in his wallet.
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