But that hasn't anything to do with what's facin' us. We've got to
make up our minds pretty quick what we'll do."
CHAPTER VIII
WAITING
"What do you mean?" inquired Fred.
"Why, I mean that if we're goin' to be fools enough to try to find old
Sime Moultrie's stake then we'll have to take whatever comes to us."
"And you think we're likely to have trouble with the Indians or the two
white men if we begin to look up the place?"
"We may not see either of 'em," replied Zeke evasively.
"Yes, but if we do see them," said Fred persistently. "Do you think we're
going to have any trouble?"
"That remains to be seen."
"But do you think we will?" persisted Fred.
"A good deal will depend on which party strikes what he thinks is the
claim first. If we get it I don't believe they will bother us and if they
get it I'm mighty sure we shan't bother them. But there," he added, "I
think I'm takin' a good deal more trouble than I need to. The chances are
one hundred to one that there isn't any such thing as Moultrie's stake,
and if there isn't, why then of course we're all safe anyway." Zeke threw
back his head and laughed noisily, a recreation which he seldom permitted
himself to enjoy.
Pages:
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73