They had become so used to it that they thought that Wild and his partners were simply following the natural law in doing such things.
"I am glad you did not go into the place, Wild," Arietta said. "If you had done so you might have been caught, and then we would not have known where to look for you."
"That is just why I didn't take the risk of doing it, Et," was the reply. "To-morrow will be time enough to get inside the cave, or whatever it may be. But you can bet that both Charlie and Jim will know just where it is before I make the attempt."
Our friends usually retired quite early nights, and as they were pretty well tired out from an all-day ride, they decided to get the sleep they needed.
Hop had not returned yet, but Wild thought he would allow him to stay out, since there was nothing to do in the morning.
He felt that the Chinaman would not get in any trouble at the saloon, since the miners all seemed to like him.
It was after midnight when Hop returned to the camp, and when he came he sneaked in quietly.
But Cheyenne Charlie was awake, and he let him know that he heard him.
"You yaller galoot, you've been fillin' up with tanglefoot ag'in!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "Don't think I don't know."
"Allee light, Misler Charlie," was the Chinaman's reply; "me feel allee samee velly goodee. Whattee you care?"