"I'm all right to travel now, if you go slow," he said.
"Travel? Travel where?" asked Ted Jordan.
"To where the boys made the lucky strike, of course. We'll all go there and stake out claims. If Dizzy Gulch is no good we've found something better."
They started off, not making especially fast progress on account of Gabe. They calculated to take two days in getting to the place, and they had no fear now that Con Morton's gang would interfere with them.
It was toward the evening of the first day, when as they were looking for a good place to camp, that Gabe Harrison remarked, as he looked up toward the sky:
"I think we're in for a bad storm."
"What makes you think so?" asked Ted Jordan.
"The way my leg hurts. It always hurts when there's a storm coming."
"It doesn't look so," remarked one of the men. "The sky's as pretty as a picture."
"You wait," said old Gabe, slowly shaking his head.