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Morning in Cheyenne<br />
Johnson awoke at eight, refreshed and excited. He looked out his window at the flat expanse of<br />
Cheyenne, boxy buildings stretching across the plains. By all accounts it was a dreary sight, but<br />
Johnson found it beautiful. And the day was lovely, clear and warm, with the fluffy high clouds<br />
peculiar to the West.<br />
It was true that he would not see the beautiful Lucienne for many weeks until his return trip, but this<br />
fact added a delicious poignancy to his mood, and he was in excellent humor when he went<br />
downstairs to the dining room, where the Marsh party had been instructed to meet for breakfast, at<br />
nine.<br />
No one was there.<br />
A table had been set for a large group, but the dirty plates were being collected by a waiter.<br />
“Where is everybody?” Johnson asked.<br />
“Who do you mean?”<br />
“Professor Marsh and his students.”<br />
“They’re not here,” the waiter said.<br />
“Where are they?”<br />
“Gone an hour or more.”<br />
The words sank in slowly. “The professor and the students are gone?”<br />
“They went to catch the nine o’clock train.”<br />
“What nine o’clock train?”<br />
The waiter looked at Johnson irritably. “I have a lot to do,” he said, turning away, rattling the<br />
plates.<br />
Their bags and expedition equipment had been stored in a large room on the ground floor of the hotel,<br />
behind the reception desk. The bellboy unlocked the door: the room was empty except for the crates<br />
containing Johnson’s photographic equipment.<br />
“They’re gone!”<br />
“Something of yours missing?” the bellboy said.<br />
“No, not mine. But everyone else is gone.”<br />
“I just came on duty,” the bell captain said apologetically. He was a boy of sixteen. “Perhaps you<br />
should ask at the desk.”