"What we do now?" asked Jean Paul of all and sundry. Thus he gracefully adopted himself into their party.
"Where is the Sapi camp?" asked Jack.
The breed pointed west. "One day," he said, "thirty mile."
"We'll sleep there to-night."
Jean Paul shrugged. "My horses tire'."
"Change 'em," said Jack. "We'll wait for you."
Jean Paul rode after the horses, and Jack sent Davy back to the cache for the half-breed's tent.
"Wouldn't it be better if we didn't let him see we were suspicious," Mary suggested.
"He'll give us the slip again, if I don't watch him."
She shook her head decisively. "Not now. He'll never let us talk to the Sapis without his being there."