“I haven’t the foggiest idea.”
“You left out one thing,” Sandy reminded Mr. Cook. “How he seemed to know all about Mormon Crossing and the massacre.”
“I thought we’d settled that. It was tribal lore passed down from his elders.”
“No,” Sandy insisted. “That’s still a theory. We don’t know for sure.”
“Hey!” Mike interrupted suddenly. “Did you take a look to see if his stuff is still around?”
“I did,” his father replied. “And it is.”
“Then he didn’t go back down to the river,” Mike said triumphantly.
“Why do you say that?”
“If he planned to run away, he’d take his things with him. If he intended to come back, he wouldn’t bother.”
Mr. Cook nodded in agreement. “You’ve got a point there.”