"That's what we've got to find out. According to what that man said he was trying to get him to sign some paper. Now, if that's right, my guess is that they've found gold and he was trying to get him to sign away his rights to it. Of course, that's only a guess."
"Heem ver' bon guess," Lucky added.
"Couldn't make a better myself," Jack assured him.
"Then I'm flattered," Bob smiled.
"Then what do you think we'd better do?" Jack asked, turning to the Indian.
"I tink you better stay here an' Injun go up see what doin'."
"Don't you think it would be better for me to go?" Bob asked.
"White boy no know way," Lucky objected.
"But I couldn't help finding it if it's between these mountains. You see, it's this way. That man Long knows you and if he should see you he'd smell a mouse, but he's never seen me."
Although the Indian saw the force of the argument and made many objections to the plan he finally gave in and it was settled that as soon as it was light enough to see Bob should start to spy out the land.