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"Well, I'm afraid then that you'll have to go where they are."
"Did they go down the river or did they go up the cliffs?"
"The last we saw of them they were headed for the sky," said Zeke glumly.
"Did they have ponies?"
"We didn't see any. They may have left them up yonder, but they didn't
bring any into the camp."
The Navajo again turned to his companion and carried on a conversation in
a low voice, apparently ignoring the presence of the others.
"If there was any message you wanted left," suggested Zeke, "we might take
it and tell them that two Navajoes are waiting for them."
"No," replied the Indian abruptly. "Say nothing. Do you know whether they
are coming back to your camp or not?"
"I hope not," said Zeke.
"Have you any reason to think they were bad men?"
"I don't know nothin' about them, just as I told you," responded Zeke
gruffly. "As I said, the only way you can find that out is to go where
they are."
"And do you know whether they started toward Thorn's Gulch?"
"Where?" demanded Fred quickly.
"Thorn's Gulch."
"What makes you think they were headed for Thorn's Gulch?" demanded Zeke.
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