"The strange Indian?" repeated Jerry uncomprehending.
"Sure thing. He's the fellow that's done all this," said Carl. "And he's going to meet me on the warpath for it too."
"Better not get mixed up with him, Carl," advised Hawke, seeing that the boy was rather excited and fearing that his savage nature might assert itself. "Wait till he turns up here and we'll all get after him."
Carl did not reply, but, turning, walked away in the direction of the mountain trail.
"Maybe it was the old scout," reflected Dunk. "You know what Carl said the very afternoon of the fire."
"And we bumped into him snooping back of the barracks right after the fire started," continued Fly.
"He's after the Thunder Bird, too," went on Gray. "Say, I'll bet he did it, all right."
"Dad went in to see Carl this morning," said Herb; "wanted him to let him make up the money he had lost, but Carl wouldn't hear to it. Maybe he'll come 'round in a day or two, when he has time to think it over."
"Say, fellows, did you see in the paper that Chance, the big New York aviator is going to fly over this way in a week or so?" asked Hawke, changing the conversation.
"No—haven't looked at a paper to-day," responded Fly. None of the other boys had heard the news.