"Yes!" shouted Si. "I remember now. He went over there prospecting."
"Then he must know how to reach it," put in Mark.
"Shall I go after him?"
"Perhaps it would be best. But we can speak to Maybe Dixon first. He may have some clew."
They could do little for Soapy Gannon but give him a drink and bind up the wound on his face. But they promised to come back later on, for which he was thankful.
"I've got my fill of Sag Ruff," said the sufferer. "Instead of coming to help me he went after that gold. I suppose he thinks if I'm dead he can have so much more of the plunder."
"Well, if you'll agree to testify against those men—providing we can capture them—I'll do what I can for you," said Mark, and Bob and Si said the same.
"All right, it's a go," gasped Soapy Gannon, and then became silent, for it hurt him greatly to talk.
As tired as they were, the three boys hurried back to what was left of the camp. Maybe Dixon came forward to meet them.
"Glad to know you are all right," he said to Si.