“Esau,” I said; “you saw that big fellow with the gang?”
“Easy enough to see,” he replied, sulkily.
“You saw who it was?”
“Yes. Chap Gunson pitched over that day aboard the steamer.”
“Yes. And you remember how he threatened Mr Gunson?”
“Course I do.”
“Well, they’re going up the little valley to where Mr Gunson is.”
“And if old Gunson meets him he’ll send him back with a flea in his ear.”
“One man against a party of twelve all well armed, Esau?” I whispered. “I’m afraid about Mr Gunson. Suppose he is up there somewhere alone, and has found a great deal of gold?”
“What!” cried Esau, excitedly, for my words had moved him now.