Men crowded to the flaps of their tents, chewing in haste the last of their breakfast. Others slammed open the doors of rude slab-sided shacks, some holding in their hands coffee pots which they had been about to set on the stove. Many of the miners of Nugget Camp, who had already eaten their morning meal and were on the way to work their claims, stopped and stared at the cavalcade on its way down the one main street.
“What is it, boys?”
“Some kind of a pee-rade, I’ll gamble!”
“But what for?”
“Must be the start of a circus!”
Thus the comments that greeted Roy, Teddy and their friends as they rode along, closely guarding Greyhound and his gang.
“Hey, what’s the parade for?” some one sang out.
“Robbery and murder!” answered Roy, with a grim face.
“Murder?”