“Jee-rusalem!” cried Phil, as the plan dawned on him.
“But are you sure they are taking the road that way and that Redmans will be where they are making for?”
“You bet I’m sure! And the long way round the hills and the head of the lake is the only way they can make Redmans with heavy wagons. Any bairn knows that they’ll reckon to get there just before dawn. The whole bunch are breeds and klootchmen from there, and they’re not likely to cache their steal any place but where they can get at it handy. Now, off you go!”
Phil sprang into his saddle.
“Say!” whispered Jim, straining upwards, “I’m going to bring the Mayor along.”
“Oh, hang the Mayor!” cried Phil hotly. “If we are going to be helping him in any way, I guess you can count me out.”
“But, Phil, laddie;––McLean of the Pioneer Company is coming, and Morrison of the O.K. Company is coming.
“We can hardly leave Brenchfield out.” Jim’s voice was somewhat sarcastic in its tone.
“Oh, I suppose not!” said Phil sourly, and unconvinced.