“Why not!” Corporal Richardson repeated Dick’s question sharply. “Why not! Because every member of Henderson’s murderous gang followed you out here. They’re here—right in this vicinity now. We’ve been right on the jump ever since we heard the news.”
“What news?”
“Why—the news that they had followed you.”
“If you ain’t seen ’em, you’re liable to before long,” Malemute Slade hinted darkly. “Did you fellers find the mine?”
“Yes, we found it,” answered Dick.
“Any good?”
“It’s a peach!”
“Funny Henderson didn’t take it away from you.”
“Why, he did,” shouted Sandy. “He took it away from us the very same day we found it.”
“Well, that sure is tough luck. Never mind,” Malemute Slade patted Sandy’s arm comfortingly, “mebbe we can get it back fer yuh. Mebbe we——”