“No,” said Grey, with his mouth full. “Chief said if you were so mad after gold, you might go mad both of you.”
“Hurray!” cried Esau. “Then I’m going to be mad as a hatter with hats full.”
“Right,” said Grey, stolidly, as he munched away at the cake and bacon. “You’re in the right spot.”
“But hold hard,” cried Esau, as another thought struck him. “This won’t do. He ain’t going to keep her shut up in the Fort. I want my mother.”
“Right,” said Grey, setting down the tin mug out of which he drank his hot tea. “I’ll tell him you want your mother.”
“Yes, do. I don’t mind. I wanted to come up here.”
“Well, Gordon, what have you to say?” cried Mr Gunson. “Any message to send back?”
“Yes,” I said, flushing and speaking sharply. “Tell Mr Raydon—no, tell Mr and Mrs John that I have been cruelly misjudged, and that some day they will know the whole truth.”
“Right,” said Grey. “I won’t forget. Nothing to say to the chief?”
“No,” I said; “nothing.”