“Sahib Pike.”
“Ah! He went tiger hunting, too?”
“Yes.”
“Well?”
“We had gone far up, near the head of the Brahmapootra, when Sahib Pike he go away. Sahib Leslie he sorry, but nothing could be done. He was afraid Sahib Pike got hurt, but he did not know.”
“I’ll bet he didn’t get hurt,” threw in Patsy Garvan wisely. “This Pike person was working a frame-up on Leslie Arnold, for a dollar.”
“There seems reason in your opinion, Patsy,” nodded Nick Carter. “But we haven’t heard it all, remember.”
“I don’t see where we want to hear much more,” growled Jefferson Arnold. “It’s a pretty clear case, I think. I’ll fix Pike when I meet him. It is all his doings. I am confident of that.”
“You haven’t told us how Leslie Arnold got into the power of these men up in the hill country,” Nick Carter reminded Adil.
“We were in camp one night, when Pike called out that there was danger. Sahib Leslie was asleep, in his blanket, to keep off the snakes that go about at night in the forest. We had a fire, but it had gone down.”