I unslung my field-glasses, adjusted them and took a penetrating squint at the hillside above.
Nothing stirred up there except a buzzard or two wheeling on tip-curled pinions above the palms.
Presently Mink inquired whether I had "lamped" anything, and I replied that I had not.
"They may be snoozin' in their caves," he suggested. "But don't you fret, old top; you'll get what's comin' to you and I'll get mine."
"About that check—" I began and hesitated.
"Sure. What about it?"
"I suppose I'm to give it to you when the first cave-woman appears."
"That's what!"
I pondered the matter for a while in silence. I could see no risk in paying him this draft on sight.
"All right," I said. "Bring on your cave-dwellers."