“What did Green say to you this morning?” asked Ned, screwing the burrs on where they were needed.
“He says he won’t be hard on me, if I tell all I know about the men who are doing these tricks,” was the reply.
“You told me all you know?” asked Ned.
“Yes, there is nothing else to tell. I’m so glad to think that Green is not going to die from the wound I gave him that I’ll do everything in my power to bring the men who put me up to this to punishment.”
“Sure you can identify the man who hired you?”
“Dead certain,” was the reply.
“Then I’ll have one of the men bring you to Frisco,” Ned said. “You will be wanted there.”
“All right; anything the government wants goes!”
In half an hour the three boys, Ned, Frank and Jimmie, were on the aeroplane, sailing through the clear air of a splendid summer morning. Below they could see the long, narrow strip of land which had been swept by the fires. Off to the north was the British frontier, with Lake Kintla glimmering in the sunshine.
“Aren’t we going back to that lake cavern again?” asked Frank.