“What do you propose that we shall do?” asked Professor Zepplin.
“I don’t care what you do,” roared the gold digger.
“Then there is nothing more to be said.”
“Oh, yes there is. There’s a lot to be said. I am not going to say it all right here, but I reckon I’ll say it in a different way later on. You are following us. Don’t deny it. I know you are. You pumped the Captain and everybody else on the boat about us. Then, when you thought you had got all the information you wanted, you followed us.”
“It’s not true. You know it’s a lie!” shouted the Professor.
“Be careful how you nag me on,” warned the miner.
“You know you think nothing of the kind. 191What is it that you reckon to say at some other time?”
“This,” answered Darwood, tapping his holster significantly.
Tad laughed softly to himself. This angered the gold digger more than ever.
“You folks get out of these hills! Go anywhere you want to, but get out and get out quick. Some more of my men are coming along to-day. If you are here to-night it will be the worse for you,” threatened the miner.