Dr. Brady’s brow puckered.
“I’m sure I don’t know. I hate to advise you, my boy. You might be inclined to follow it.”
“Out with it,” Dick laughed. “You’re putting me off. What would you do if you were in my place?”
“I don’t like him,” said Dr. Brady, “and I never did. I’ve been watching him ever since we left Mackenzie. His actions are suspicious. His disposition is unbearable. He’s a hard and dirty customer. In spite of which—if I were in your place—I think I’d have it out with him. But if you do, I’m afraid there’ll be trouble.”
“You mean he’ll fight?”
“Yes, but not openly. He isn’t that type. He’ll wait his chance to get even. It’s hard to say what he’d do.”
For a time they walked on in silence. Then Dick stepped out to one side of the trail, a grim look on his face.
“Well, we’ll soon find out. I’m going back there now.”
Sandy’s eyes opened wide and his gaze followed his chum as he walked back to the end of the line. Brady chuckled. The driver of the team behind turned his head and grinned.
Lamont’s squint eye gleamed balefully as Dick approached. Probably the man knew why Dick had come, sensed the other’s motive.