29CHAPTER II
THE BOYS SCENT A PLOT
“Oh, how do you do, sir. Did I say anything?”
“Well, there’s a chance for a difference of opinion as to that,” smiled the miner.
“I have been enjoying the scenery, sir. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“You should see it at sunrise,” answered Darwood. “These mists are well worth coming all the way up here to gaze upon. In the morning they take on all the delicate tints of the primrose. Then at sunset of course the colors grow warmer–amber, orange, gold–almost everything that could be imagined in the way of wonderful colorings. All that sort of thing, you know. I never saw anything like it in any part of the world, and I’ve seen some,” added the Gold Digger reflectively.
“I should like to see it at sunset,” answered Tad. “Is it ever like this in the interior, sir?”
“Interior of what?”
“Of the country? Up there in the mountains?”
30Darwood gave the boy a quick glance of inquiry. There was suspicion in his eyes.