“Blackfeet!” cried Ned.
“They’re not Indians!” asserted Jim Nestor.
“Then it’s Noddy Nixon and his crowd!” declared Jerry. “They have managed to trail us!”
[CHAPTER XXIV]
THE LUMINOUS SNAKES
“Get the guns!”
It was Harvey Brill who exclaimed this, as he darted for the motorship. But Jim Nestor laid a restraining hand on his partner’s arm.
“Now, hold on,” suggested the mine foreman, in easy tones. “This is no time for shooting irons. I’m opposed to ’em on general principles, anyhow. There’s very few times when you need ’em. We can attend to those fellows all right without getting down to desperate measures.”
“But I’m not going to have ’em take that gold from me!” exclaimed the miner, fiercely.