“At first,” Mr. Havens went on, “the natives kept religiously away from the old fort, but now they seem to be willing to gather in its vicinity and worship at the strange fires which glow from the ruined battlements. It is strange combination, and that’s a fact.”
“How long have these lights been showing?” asked Sam.
“Perhaps six months,” was the reply.
The young man regarded his employer significantly.
“I apprehend,” he said, “that you know exactly what that means.”
“I think I do!” was the reply.
“Put us wise to it!” exclaimed Jimmie.
“Perhaps,” smiled the millionaire, “I would better satisfy myself as to the truth of my theory before I say anything more about it.”
“All right,” replied the boy with the air of a much-abused person, “then I’ll go back to my blanket and sleep for the rest of my three weeks!”
“If you do,” Glenn cut in, “you’ll miss one of these venison steaks.”