“Then I was right!”
“What d’you mean, right?”
“Last night I was sure I saw someone through the field glass.”
“You didn’t mention it.”
“I did to Craig Warner. He thought I was mistaken, or that perhaps it was Walz.”
“Someone had a fire here in the last few hours,” Ken said reflectively. “Did you see smoke rising?”
Jack shook his head.
“Maybe it was Walz with his guide,” Ken decided, frowning. “Probably they camped here last night.”
“It wasn’t Walz,” Jack insisted. “And I don’t think the fellow I saw through the field glass was his guide, either.”
“Who else could it be?”