Frank saw that this was true.
“You’re right!” he cried, earnestly; “but tell me where you think Mason is?”
The trapper indulged in a big chew of plug tobacco.
“Wall,” he said, slowly. “I ’low that he’s somewhere hereabouts.”
Frank gave a gasping cry.
“You don’t mean it?” he cried.
“Yas, I do, straunger,” replied the trapper. “I heern it said that at Lone Tree that him an’ a dozen others had come up inter ther Great Basin prospecting for gold.”
“Ah, and that is why you believe that he is near here?”
“Sartin!”
“But you don’t know the exact locality where he is?”