"Why, what became of their guns"
"I'm the only fellow on earth who knows," Tom laughed.
"Then you were at their camp?"
"Of course. My telling you to stone any prowler who visited this place was only a trap. I thought that he'd run off and get the rest of the crew. Knowing you to be alone and unarmed, and believing me to be far away prospecting, they didn't imagine that they'd need their rifles. As soon as they left their camp I dropped in and borrowed the rifles and all their ammunition."
"Where is the stuff now?"
"Come on and I'll show you."
"Hold on a minute," begged Harry, as Tom leaped up. "Do you miss anything?"
"What?"
"Our assay furnace. Eb and Josh carted it away."
"Then we'll go after that, first," Tom smiled. "Our friends are so sore that it would be hardly fair to ask them to return the furnace."