“Nothing stirring!” laughed Frank. “They don’t seem to me to match. Still, you may have information I do not possess.”
An hour later, after the not very elaborate supper had been eaten, Green came to the little tent which had been set aside for Ned and Frank. He had not wholly escaped the dangers of the day unscathed. There were burns on his hands and face, and one of his feet was bandaged.
“Shoe burned through,” he said, shortly. “I shall have to walk with a crutch for several days.”
“You won’t like that,” Ned suggested.
“No, indeed,” was the reply, “especially as I would like to be moving about in order to see what has happened to the other boys.”
“Have you heard from any of the other groups?” asked Ned.
“Howard came in from the north,” was the reply. “Three men killed up there. The fire caught them unawares. One of my men has gone south, but it will be some hours before I hear from him.”
“I am afraid there were several lives lost,” Ned said. “In the morning I’ll fly about and see what I can learn.”
“What I came here to talk about,” Green said, after a pause, “is this. I want to know what you think of the Chinks?”