“Any of you fellows ever hear anything of the kind?” the Captain asked as soon as he had finished.
None of them had and Bob fancied that he saw one of them wink at another.
“Can’t blame them for not believing it,” he told himself as he felt the hot blood rising to his face.
They pushed on during the afternoon making as good time as possible for the Captain was anxious to reach their destination as early the following day as they could.
“We might just miss them and have to wait nearly or quite a week before they’d make another trip,” he explained.
They made camp that night not far from where Bob had been caught in the trap and he told the Captain that they ought to get to the end of the journey not much later than noon the next day.
“That’ll be fine. Several hours earlier than I expected.”
“We have made good time,” Bob agreed.
After the supper dishes had been cleaned up the Captain asked Bob to again describe the small man whom he believed to be the leader of the gang of smugglers.
“Any of you place him?” he asked after Bob had finished.