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Then Ben took hold of the bony shoulders to support the old man and the old man struggled and fought
him blindly for a few moments, after which he became still and was dead.

After Ben got over feeling the way that having a man die in his arms made him feel, he looked in the
saddlebag. He took out a tin-and-glass puzzle box.

It was a puzzle where you shook little imitation metal feathers—not BB shot—around until you got the
feathers all sticking in little holes in a green eagle. There were ten feathers and ten holes for them.

At the top of the puzzle, it said:

FEATHER THE EAGLE

Under the eagle, there was a piece of poetry. It said:

Hand and eye, wandering,

Down and down, pondering,

Up and up, meandering,

North face,

Wins race.

Ben wrapped the puzzle in his handkerchief and put it inside his shirt.

There was one other thing.

Ben Duck looked into the old man’s back pack to see what made it bulky, and found that it contained a
large canteen of water and enough food to last a man at least two weeks.

Ben scratched his head.

The old man had said he was dying of starvation and thirst.

"That’s kind of queer," Ben said.



Chapter III. FINDING MIRA
THE sheriff and the coroner got there late in the afternoon. Both of them were chewing tobacco. McCain
and Albert Panzer followed them, riding roan horses. D’Orr, the Broken Circle owner, was riding a
spectacular white Arabian mare.

"Where’s Ben Duck?" the sheriff asked.

"He rode off early in the afternoon," explained one of the old maids. "He said he would be back by
dark."