“Has he been watching your camp?” asked Carl in wonder.
“He certainly has!” was the reply. “He’s been nosing about here, at times, ever since we came in! What do you think he wants now?”
“I think he came after me!” replied Carl.
The aeroplane was now seen to land on the level space between the tents on the plateau, and Sherman and his two companions left their seats and approached a group of men standing by the fire.
One of the men, Carl saw, was Neil Howell, and the other was the burly fellow who had ordered him into his tent that morning. At that time the boy did not know Howell by sight, although he had often heard his name spoken there. It was only after a time that he learned who the second man was. Before the boy and those with him reached the tents, they saw a gleam of steel and the suddenness with which handcuffs were clasped on the wrists of Howell and his burly companion almost took their breath away. The men gazed at each other inquiringly.
“Do you know what it means?” one of them asked Carl.
“I haven’t the least idea!” was the answer.
“Why, that’s Neil Howell, the noted Wall street operator! I don’t understand what he’s placed under arrest for!” one of the men declared.
“I presume Dick Sherman knows what he’s doing!” Carl suggested.
“I don’t doubt that!” the man replied.