“You are some guesser!” Bill’s tone showed his surprise. “I made the team last fall; but how did you happen to place me that way?”
“I played against you in the Carlisle game last year. I’ve got a number now, but before I came here I was Osceola, Chief of the Turtle Clan of the Seminole Nation.”
“Carlisle’s All-American half back! I remember you now—I should say I do. How in the world did you get here?”
“Pretty much the same way we all do. I was kidnapped. And the worst of it is that now these devils have got us, there’s no possible chance of escape.”
“What is this joint, anyway?”
“You mean you’ve no idea what you’re in for?”
“Not the foggiest. The men on Shell Island spoke of ‘workings’ somewhere—”
“These are the workings, Bolton—gold workings.”
“But I thought I was in Big Cypress.”
“You are.”