“I have!” shouted Jimmie. “I have it at this moment secreted about my person, but it isn’t necessary for me to read it again to tell what it says. It gives an address and the address is Two Sisters canyon.”
“This blond cruiser may have a copy of it,” suggested Carl.
“Of course, he may,” returned Jimmie, “but I don’t believe it. This monkey-faced fellow seems to me to be the big squeeze in this game, and thieves don’t trust each other a little bit.”
While the boys talked, the aeroplane which had been observed in the light of the north beacon came sailing over the summit to the west and dipped down toward the surface only a short distance away from where the boys were sitting.
“There!” Ben observed, “he either saw and followed us, or he knows where Two Sisters canyon is and is heading for it.”
“As the Bureau of Forecasts would say,” chuckled Jimmie, “threatening weather may be expected about this time.”
“It looks to me like I never would get any more sleep!” wailed Kit.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FIGHT IN THE CABIN.
“It strikes me,” Havens observed, as he sat at the little table in the screened-off corner of the Nancy’s cabin, gazing at the brutal features of Captain DeMott, the son of the old hag who had so deceived him. “It strikes me,” he repeated, “that you people have some strong motive for getting me out of the way.”