The visitors were the first to speak as the taller man said, "What are you
folks doing here?"
"Just now we're doing nothin'," replied Zeke brusquely. "Can't you see?"
"That's about the same job we've got," laughed the man with the scar.
"We've been busy enough," growled Zeke.
"Doing what, may I ask?" inquired the larger of the visitors.
"Oh, looking for a lost boat--"
"Nice place to look for a boat," replied the man with the scar as he
laughingly pointed to the desert wastes all about them.
"That makes no difference, we've found it just the same," declared Zeke.
For a moment the two white men stared blankly at him, and then both
laughed as one said, "If you don't mind I wish you'd tell us where you
found a boat up here."
"I didn't say it was up here," explained Zeke. "I said we'd found a boat
where the men who took it had smashed."
"How do you know it was smashed?" inquired the man with the scar.
"Tell him," said Zeke abruptly, turning to Fred, "I wasn't myself in the
party," he explained, "but this boy was and he knows all about it."
"Pete was the one who found the boat," exclaimed Fred, "but we all saw
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