The news had a very unusual effect upon the two newcomers. McCallum went suddenly pale and the frown upon Wolf Brennan’s forehead blackened like a thunder cloud. Yet is was apparent that they only half believed Dick’s statement. Seizing his rifle and a small bag of luggage, Wolf motioned to his companion and they lumbered up the path toward the trading post. The boys followed them all the way, slipping through the door just as Brennan demanded:
“Where’s Donald Frazer?”
Scott turned quickly at the sound of the gruff voice.
“Mr. Frazer isn’t here any more.”
“Where is he?”
“That’s a question, Mr. Brennan, that I can’t answer. I do not happen to be in Mr. Frazer’s confidence. The former factor went away very suddenly and left no forwarding address. Otherwise I might suggest that you could write to him.”
The sarcasm was lost upon Brennan.
“I believe yuh know an’ don’t want to tell us,” McCallum growled.
Wolf Brennan marched to the counter and made a few purchases. When this had been done, he turned, held a whispered consultation with his partner, then again approached the factor.
“Got any liquor?” he snarled.