“Then don’t air your ignorance. Have I heard the whole of this, McGowan?” the scout inquired, turning to the mine-owner.
“Yes, you’ve got our side of it,” was the reply. “If you want to question your pard——”
“I don’t,” promptly. “I know the baron too well to offer him an insult. You might dismiss your two men, McGowan,” the scout added, “and we’ll smoke a talk and see where we land.”
“Go back to the Three-ply, Bern, you and Jacobs,” said McGowan, in a kindly tone. “We can’t leave the plant to run itself, you know. I’ll be along some time to-night.”
Bernritter and Jacobs left the office. The scout, as soon as the door closed, started up from his chair and beckoned Nomad and Cayuse apart.
“Trail those two men secretly,” he ordered, “no matter where they go. Watch every move they make.”
“Ye’re goin’ ter help McGowan?” asked Nomad eagerly.
“That remains to be seen. However, it will make no difference with you. Do your trailing.”
“Whar’ll we report?”
“You’ll find me somewhere when you’re ready to report.”