"That's me," nodded the camper.
"And you are alone?"
"Certun sure."
"Bound west?"
"I reckon."
"For the mountains and the Silver——"
Frank caught himself, and stopped short, remembering Pedro, and knowing the guide's ears and eyes were wide open to hear and see everything.
Bushnell fell back a step, a look of still greater surprise coming to his bronzed and bearded face.
"W'at's thet thar you wus goin' ter say?" he demanded.
"Wait," said Frank, "I will tell you later. It is better."