Scott told of the proposed meeting that evening between Dawson and Jed Clark.
Baxter gave a long whistle. “It would be interesting to know what goes on at that meeting.”
“And that is exactly what I am going to find out. But I did not tell you the worst of this cañon business.”
Scott felt the horror of that awful sight coming over him again as he told the story and Baxter listened with open mouth.
“The poor fools,” Baxter exclaimed sympathetically. “It’s just like them though; one go, all go. You say there were about three thousand of them? Well, they ought not to be so hard to count now.”
The cold-blooded remark made Scott realize how well he had guessed what Jed’s attitude would be. If it did not affect Baxter any more than that it would roll off Jed like water off a duck’s back.
“What’s your plan now?” Baxter asked.
“Well, Dugan said Dawson was going to ’phone Jed to-night where he would meet him and I am going to listen in and see if I can find out where that meeting is going to be. If I succeed, I propose to be there and see what happens.”
“Where do I come in?” Baxter asked curiously.
“I wanted to see if you would watch those sheep over there in that cañon and see if you can overhear any more of the conversation between those two herders. We’ll need all the evidence we can get and besides I want to be sure that those sheep will be there when I come down to show them up to-morrow after the recount.”