“Yes, sir,” I said, wondering what was coming.
“Do you think you could find your way to Gunson’s claim?”
“Of course, sir,” I said, smiling.
“I do not mean by the valley,” he said, testily. “I want some one to go by the short cut over the mountains—the way I came to your relief.”
“I don’t know, sir,” I said. “I have never been there, but I will try.”
“Bravo!” said Mr John. “Mayne, you’re like Pat with the fiddle. He said he would try if he could play.”
“Are you willing to try?” said Mr Raydon.
“With Dean, sir?”
“No; alone. I cannot spare two.”
“Yes,” I said, eagerly; “I’ll go.”