Frisbie was sitting up for him when he reached the white tents of the engineers' camp pitched a little apart from the MacMorrogh conglomeration of shacks and storehouses.
"Just one question," said the first assistant, "and I've been staying awake to ask it. Are you still my boss?"
"For one more day," said Ford shortly.
"Well, we can't live more than a day at a time, if we try. That will do to sleep on."
"All right; sleep on it, then."
"In a minute; after I've freed my mind of one little news item. Do you remember that fellow we saw riding in on the Jack's Canyon trail as we were coming back this afternoon?"
"Yes."
"Have you any notion who it was?"
"No."
"It was Mr. Julius Eckstein; and he is at present lying doggo in the MacMorrogh quarters. That's all. Now you can turn in and sleep a few lines on that."