Convinced
now that the two men, whose presence whenever they had visited the camp
had created trouble, were now returning and the fact that the belligerent
Zeke and the Navajo were also likely to arrive at about the same time,
convinced the boys that some exciting scenes were to be witnessed.
As yet it was manifest that neither party of approaching men had become
aware of the coming of the others.
"There they go!" exclaimed George excitedly when Zeke and his companion
disappeared from sight. "Maybe they won't be back here until after the
other fellows have left."
"Don't you worry," spoke up Fred. "The other fellows aren't going to leave
and that's the worst of it. What shall we do?"
"We shan't do anything until we have to," said Grant. "It will be money
in our pockets to keep silent in seven languages."
"There they are now!" exclaimed Fred in a low voice as the two white men
approached the camping place.
"We're hungry," explained the man with the scar. "Give us something to
eat."
"You haven't eaten all there was in that pack already, have you?" demanded
Fred.
"What are you talking about? What pack do you mean? We haven't got any
pack," replied the visitor.
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