Gradually the two had drawn near to the claim, and at last drew the attention of Obed and the boys.
Obed’s thin face lighted up with satisfaction as he recognised the man who had attempted to steal the nugget.
“Good-mornin’, squire,” he said politely. “You look kind of tired, as if you was up late last night.”
Colson eyed him sharply. “Does he suspect?” thought he. “Yes,” he answered, in an indifferent tone, “I didn’t rest very well.”
“Where did you pass the night?”
“’Round here,” he answered vaguely.
“You look as if you had been taking a long walk.”
“You are very observing,” said Colson, not over pleased.
“I always was. It pays a man—sometimes.”
“I hear you’ve struck it rich,” said Colson, not caring to take notice of the other’s significant tone.