"I can't say."
The Indian looked keenly at the guide and then turning looked with equal keenness at the boys who were greatly enjoying the conversation. He did not say any more, however, and in company with the other Navajo at once departed from the camp.
Silently the Go Ahead Boys watched the departing redmen until their forms had been hidden from sight by one of the numerous projecting cliffs. Then the tension was somewhat relieved and Fred turned to Zeke and said, "What do you think those Indians wanted?"
"My opinion is that they have gotten wind somehow that those two men are looking for the claim that old Sime Moultrie may have staked."
"What will happen," inquired Grant, "if the Navajos begin to look for the claim and come upon those two white men there?"
"It will depend on which party can draw his gun first," replied Zeke dryly.
"Do you think it's as bad as that?" demanded Fred excitedly.
"I don't think nothin' about it. I haven't much use for those white men, and when it comes to a Navajo—why you have heard what the only kind of a good Indian is, haven't you?"
"A dead Indian," answer Grant with a laugh.
"Well, I didn't say it. You said it. Did I ever tell you about the Navajo squaw that some of the women up here, stopping over at Albuquerque, fitted out for her wedding?"