"Let's go down there and see 'em," suggested Calthorpe. "If the feller what hired us won't pay up, we'll get it from some other feller. That's all right enough, I guess."
Half an hour later Bucephalus called Percival to the edge of the camp, telling him that he was wanted, Jack and Billy going with Dick.
"Did you want to see me?" he asked, seeing Jenkins and Calthorpe.
"Yes, I guess so," stammered Jenkins. "You're at the head of the ingineers, ain't ye?"
"I am with them," Percival replied. "You are one of the men who tried to stop us, aren't you? You are Jenkins, I believe?"
"Yes, that's me. What I wanted to say is this. I know who the feller was what told us we'd be hurt ef the road went through, and mebby you'd like to know who he is. I kin tell ye, for I know his name an' he's one of——-"
"We know who he is," broke in Jack, "and you can tell us nothing."
Jenkins seemed a good deal put back by this speech and stammered not a little as he replied:
"Huh! yer didn't know who he was this afternoon, 'cause ye asked me if I had saw him. Guess ye're only bluffin' an' don't know——-"
"Look at this!" said Jack, suddenly shoving the print he had received from Billy that very evening under the man's nose, there being light enough for him to see it. "Do you recognize any one there?"