You
know, we might be able to help him if we know his real name and
address."
They went into the room which had been assigned to Farnsworth, but which
he had had no opportunity to occupy.
In one corner they found his saddle, a very ornamental and expensive
piece of horse furniture, trimmed with silver and made of the most
expensive leather.
Beside it lay a bag which could be fastened to the cantle of the saddle.
It fastened with a snap lock, which was easily opened, and then Ted, at
a nod from the major, began to turn out its contents.
First came a pair of silver-mounted hairbrushes and several toilet
articles, showing that even in the desert young Farnsworth did not
neglect his personal appearance. There were some clean shirts and
handkerchiefs, and in the bottom of the bag another leather case.
"If he has anything by which he may be identified, it is in here," said
Ted. "But this is locked. Shall I force it?"
"I believe you'd better," answered the major.
"I don't care much about doing it," said Ted, "but as it is to help him
I suppose I might as well."
The major nodded, and with the blade of his knife Ted soon had the bag
open.
The first thing he came to was a photograph of a beautiful woman, at
which he looked intently for a few moments.
It seemed to him that he had seen her, or some one very like her,
somewhere before.
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