"What are they doing near here? Is that the camp where Zank and the others went?"
"No," replied Holfax. "Them Indians follow us."
"They are following us?"
"'Bout three miles back," added Holfax. "Can hear plain on cold night."
"Do you mean they are coming after us to get the gold?" inquired Mr. Baxter.
Once more Holfax nodded.
"Them camp now," he said. "Follow us in mornin'."
Mr. Baxter, as Fred could see in the glare of the Aurora Borealis, looked grave. Their worst fears were realized. It would have been better to have a pack of wolves after them, than to have this band of savage Alaskan Indians, led on probably by a daring and unscrupulous white man.
"Shall I stay up and keep watch with you?" asked Fred.
"No. I think, as Holfax says, that they will not attempt to creep up on us during the night. They will do nothing until morning. Then we must be on the lookout."