“My wife should be protected. The first plane came, there was a fight—a man was killed—”
“Yes—just a minute, Cardow—you saw that—now how did the fellow Alonzo get killed?” Gordon demanded.
“The trapper was offensive—I believe he claimed that you two were what you call—double-crossing him. The other man jump, very mad, and the hunter threw the knife. He went down at once—a woodsman’s aim is always excellent,” Pedro explained, but they wished that Gordon could have been implicated in the murder of Alonzo.
“Well, that ought to satisfy you,” Gordon snapped at Joe. Although the fellow made no comment his face was ugly.
“Every darn thing that you’ve been in has been shot to blazes,” Brick flared. “Tain’t no wonder we’re kinda tired of you.”
“That will do,” Cardow ordered. He started to turn to Jim, but just then a man hurried toward them.
“He’s back, Cardow, with more stuff, and putting it under.”
“It better work this time, or blast his hide, he’ll get some blasting! We’re not hanging around here all night!”
“He says it will be set in a few minutes.”
“All right, come back and tell us when he’s ready.” Austin heard this exchange, and then he made up his mind that they really were near Amy-Ran fastness. The gang must have tried to blow up the stones, but something had gone wrong with the explosives.