"Do you think so?" he asked, with a sly wink and chuckle.
"Good Lord!" I cried out, as if the idea had just come to me. "They're not—"
"Ya-as! They ar'—but don't make sich a row about seeing them."
As he said this, he glanced around as if he had been afraid somebody might have been within earshot of us.
"I only wish I could get hold of some of the blamed stuff."
"If yer do," replied he, "I'll introduce yer to them as makes it."
"Will you—re-eelly, do that?"
"Ya-as! young fellow, I will."
Accordingly, we started on the day after our return down the river, and having passed Dutchman's Rapids, entered upon what is called the jaws of the Little Dalls, at the Shingle. Thence, going by the Devil's Elbow and the Sag safely enough, we came out at the foot of the Dalls proper. Here my companion showed me the entrance to the cave in which the work of the gang was carried on.