"Miss Strange pulls out for the North to-morrow, and if she'll take me I'm going along."
"Wait a moment," Scott said to Agatha, and then asked Drummond: "Why do you want to go?"
"I mean to get even with Stormont; and I want to put Miss Strange as wise as I can."
"Then we are to understand you expect nothing for the job?"
Drummond's black eyes sparkled. "You're my boss, so far, but I won't stand for being guyed. It's not your money I'm after."
"Perhaps the rejoinder's justifiable," Father Lucien remarked, smiling; and Drummond turned to Agatha with a touch of dignity.
"I meant to make my pile by selling the ore to somebody, but you treated me like a white man, and I guess the lode belongs to you. Well, if I help you get rich and you want to give me something, I won't refuse, but I'm not out for money. Say, you'll let me go?"
"Can you help?" Scott interrupted. "If you can, it looks as if you had kept something back when you made the other deal."
Drummond grinned. "I kept something back from Stormont; when I put him wise I put him off the track. But I'm playing straight with Miss Strange and Thirlwell. You can bet on me!"
"Then we'll take you," said Agatha, with a deprecatory glance at Thirlwell.