Kit Carson smiled slightly as he looked keenly into the face of his angry friend, and then he said: “I advised him to leave.”
“And he left?”
“He did.”
“Did you do anything to him?”
“Nothing except to advise him to depart. I am glad to say that to all appearances he seemed to be willing to follow my advice. He decided, however, to leave our furs behind him.”
“Where are they now?”
“They are in the village and I can get them any time I want them.”
“What did Rat have to say for himself?”
“Nothing much. He tried at first to explain that it was all a mistake, that he didn’t know the skins belonged to us, and when he found them he thought it was a great find and he would make away with them himself.”
“What did he have to say about Black Jack?”