CHAPTER XVI
AT THE FOOT OF RATTLESNAKE MOUNTAIN
"Who?" demanded William, as he caught the low-spoken words of Joe Clausin.
"Yes, tell us about him, Joe," went on another of the scouts. "I never saw the man before, and I shouldn't like to meet him on a dark night either. Ugh!"
But Joe turned suddenly red, and shook his head, trying to pass the thing off with a laugh.
"Thought I knew the duck, fellers, but I reckon I must have been mistaken, 'cause you see, the man I took him for is away off at the other side of the world right now," he said. But Paul's keen eyes saw that Joe did not believe any such thing.
"Say, boys, Joe's taken to seeing double," jeered William; "the coffee must have gone to his head. We'll have to remember next time, and make him a cup of grandmother tea."
Paul had something to think over. In connection with the strange robbery of the feed-man's place, and the queer actions of Mr. Clausin then
and since, it was little wonder that the young scout leader connected this new event with the other.