"How about the other two men?" asked Glen.
"Mebbe they're there; mebbe they ain't. It was putty clever of 'em to hide right around here, knowing they was looked for all over the country."
"Don't you suppose they're staying here so as to look for that stuff in the cave?"
"We don't take much stock in that story," said the deputy. "We don't know that they is any cave. What they was after wasn't in no river bank, it was in the bank of Buffalo Center."
He appreciated his little joke and chuckled over it very heartily. His merriment, however, did not prevent him from being the first one to see a little group coming down the main road.
"Three of 'em!" he said. "One of 'em's from your camp. Who's the other two?"
"The scout is Matt Burton," said Glen. "The other two must be the engineers that he found camping down here. Say, I'll tell you something. They aren't engineers. What's the matter with them being the other two of Jervice's gang?"
"Nothing the matter at all," said the deputy. "Lay low now, and we'll get 'em. They're looking awful suspicious like at our tracks in the road. They don't understand 'em. If they break an' run you stay here with the horses an' I'll give 'em a chase."
"They've grabbed hold of Matt as if they were going to work some rough house play with him," said Glen. "Look what they're doing."
"They think he's sold 'em out," said the deputy. "They got a notion that he's leading 'em into something."