“Wal!” returned the trapper, raising a pair of honest-looking brown eyes, which seemed to invite the boy’s confidence.
“Can you tell me whether or not a wagon train left this place yesterday for the mountains?” asked Julian.
“I can.”
“I understood there was,” continued Julian, after waiting for the man to say something else.
“Then you understood what wasn’t so.”
“Was there none left?”
“No.”
“What object could Sanders have had in view in telling me that falsehood?” thought the boy. “When does the next one start?”
“To-day.”
“How soon?”