“There’s another thing I want to ask you about,” he went on after a moment. “You have a young Englishman named DuBois in your camp.”
“How did you know that?” asked Carl.
“Why,” was the rather embarrassed reply, “our boys are traveling over the country in search of game, and we naturally know what’s going on around us! Besides, we know something about that Englishman. When he left us, we had a notion that he would go to some nearby camp.”
“If he tells the truth,” Carl replied, “our camp hadn’t been pitched when he left yours.”
“It is my impression,” Harris answered, “that DuBois reached your camp on the evening of the day he left ours. Did he have a valuable looking burro with him when he came to you?”
“He was on foot,” replied Carl, “and we saw nothing of anything like a burro. He appeared to be completely exhausted with walking.”
“That was a bit of acting on his part! When he left us he took with him a burro worth at least two hundred dollars. Large sums of money also disappeared from the tents that same morning. The boys learned to-day that he was at your camp and they’re going over to get him.”
“Will they take him to prison?” asked Carl wonderingly.
“I’m afraid not!” was the significant reply.
“What then?”