"Clark and Gene are over there," said Wally. "But I'd gamble
they aren't doing any more than these fellows are. They haven't
started to pan out any dirt--they haven't done a thing, it looks
like, but lay around in the shade. I must say I don't sabe their
play. And the worst of it is," he added desperately, "a fellow
can't do anything."
"I'm going to break out pretty darned sudden," Jack observed
calmly. "I feel it coming on." He smiled, but there was a look
of steel in his eyes.
Good Indian glanced at him sharply.
"Now, you fellows' listen to me," he said. "This thing is partly
my fault. I could have prevented it, maybe, if I hadn't been so
taken up with my own affairs. Old Peppajee told me Baumberger
was up to some devilment when he first came down here. He heard
him talking to Saunders in Pete Hamilton's stable. And the first
night he was here, Peppajee and I saw him down at the stable at
midnight, talking to someone. Peppajee kept on his trail till he
got that snake bite, and he warned me a plenty.
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