"Supposing that brother comes up, with John Barrow? They may make it hot for us."
"That's what I want to ask you about, Harney. Isn't there some place around here where we might hide the prisoners? A cave, or something like that?"
The big guide scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"There's a tolerable place about quarter of a mile from here—the old B'ars' Hole, we use ter call it."
"Of course we don't want to run up against any bears," said Baxter, with a show of nervousness.
At this the big guide let out a rough laugh.
"Aint got no use fer them critters, eh?"
"I have not."
"'Taint likely there are any b'ars around. Me an Jim Wister cleaned out the hole last spring—got three on 'em. No new b'ars will take that hole yet awhile."
"Then we had better make tracks for it at once—before Dick Rover and the man who is with him get on our trail."