Sharp exclamations went up and glances were exchanged.
“You can bet we have, stranger, and he’s a white man, too.” “Harvey is a gentleman,” said Frank.
“You bet he is. He was well liked in Saint’s Repose.” “Where is he now?”
Silver Sam cleared his throat and came nearer.
“Look here, stranger,” he said, earnestly, “are you lookin’ for Harvey?”
“I am.”
“Wall, I’m afraid ye’ll never be able to rescue him. He’s in the grip of that devil Costello.”
“Ah!” said Frank, grimly. “That is what I heard.”
“It’s true enough. You see, Costello pounced down on him when he was opening up his claim and massacred all his men. They may have killed Harvey, too, but Costello keeps advertisin’ for a ransom.”
“The scoundrel!” exclaimed Frank.