“Oh! a little,” replied the other, candidly; “but not enough to keep me out of any game you’re engineering, Frank.”
“I thought that perhaps you’d dropped off,” remarked Frank, laughingly.
“Well I was thinking of other scenes, that’s the truth,” admitted Bob; “and didn’t pay any attention to what you two were talking about. Is there any game on foot now? Are you thinking of doing a little looking around?”
“That’s just what,” answered the other; “but we can get on without you, if you’d rather stay here by the horses, and rest up.”
Truth to tell, Bob was secretly hoping that would be the programme for them all; but being a proud lad he would not have confessed it for worlds.
“What! me stay here while the rest of you are hunting for those rascals?” he exclaimed, as though indignant at the bare mention of such a thing. “Not much you don’t, my boy. I go wherever you do. Just stick a pin through that, will you? And now, what’s doing?”
“Oh! well, we just thought we’d like to follow up this stream a bit,” said Frank.
“But what for?” demanded the other, groping in darkness as to a motive.
“You know we believe those two robbers came to these foothills?” Frank went on. “And we had some sort of notion that perhaps they knew all along where they were heading. In other words, that they had either a camp here, or else a shack. Get that, Bob?”
“Sure I do; but go on, please,” said Bob, eagerly.