“Where’s Mrs. Rhodes?”
“She’s moved into the best place in the diggings, with her husband.” Ken pointed to a well-built frame structure near the main office. “That must have been where Appleby Corning lived.”
“I wish we could look through his papers,” Mr. Livingston said. “We might run into something that would help.”
“What sort of clue?” Jack questioned, staring thoughtfully toward the hut.
“I don’t actually know, Jack. But there’s more to this raid and kidnapping than Rhodes has told us.”
“Maybe we can get in and look around.”
“Not now at any rate,” Mr. Livingston rejected his proposal. “Mrs. Rhodes is in there. We saw her go in a few minutes ago.”
“She knows we’re here, but she just ignores us,” added War. “Suits me fine.”
Leaving Jose, War and Willie to unpack the equipment, the other three started toward the office. Enroute, Jack told of the beating Rhodes had inflicted upon the peon.
“It doesn’t surprise me,” Mr. Livingston commented. “Rhodes is a brute!”