“And we’ve lost the mine,” Sandy interrupted him.
“To whom?” Dick demanded.
“To Henderson or the Indians—I’m not sure which.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you don’t know where Henderson is?”
“Why should I? I haven’t seen him, have I?”
Dick reached over and laughingly shook his friend.
“Wake up, Sandy. Of course, you have. Baptiste told me that you and Toma, Henderson and he himself all came out here on the same pack-train. He said that you cried all the time like a big baby.”
Sandy sprang to his feet, his face crimson with rage.
“He’s a liar! Maybe they came out with us all right, but if he says that he’s—he’s mistaken. I didn’t! I swear it, Dick. Toma will vouch for me. I was a bit hysterical, of course and—and badly frightened. I might have moaned once or twice. You know how it is. But that’s all—positively!”
“Where Henderson an’ Baptiste now?” Toma asked, smiling furtively.