"Will they follow us up?" he asked.
"Can't tell," said the stranger. "They'd be mighty hungry when they made the cache. Anyhow, I'd had enough of them."
"Give him some supper," said Andrew.
Graham put on the frying-pan, and in a few minutes the man fell upon the food ravenously. When he had finished he felt for his pipe and ruefully put it back. Andrew laughed and threw him a pouch of cut tobacco.
"You're white," said the stranger with a curious look.
While he lighted his pipe Carnally, leaning quickly forward, picked up his rifle and flung it into the lake.
"Why did you do that?" the fellow asked in anger.
"You'll have something else to carry and one gun's enough for this crowd," Carnally significantly replied.
"Then you don't mean to fire me out?"
"Oh, no! I guess we'll engage you as packer, but I must speak to the boss first," and Carnally led Andrew a short distance back into the shadow.