A Double Barrelled Detective Story

From A Double Barrelled Detective Story:

He strode off swiftly southward, the files following, swaying and bending
in and out with the deep curves of the gorge.  Thus a mile, and the mouth
of the gorge was reached; before them stretched the sagebrush plain, dim,
vast, and vague.  Stillman called a halt, saying, “We mustn’t start
wrong, now; we must take the direction again.”

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