"In course they separated," spoke up Zeke. "One looked for you and the other stayed in camp so that you wouldn't be making any mistake when you came back and passed the place."
"Thomas Jefferson," spoke up Grant, "why do you think the spirits of the Indians live here in Thorn's Gulch?"
Whatever the opinion of the Navajo may have been he did not explain. Indeed he did not even reply to the question. It was manifest that he himself thoroughly believed in what he had said. Even his three years in the Eastern school had not been sufficient to deprive him entirely of the superstitions which he had inherited from his ancestors.
"Do you think we'll find that mining claim?" inquired George.
"I don't know," replied the Indian.
"But what do you think?" persisted George.
"I don't know," again said the red man.
Convinced that it was useless to attempt to obtain any opinion from the young Indian, the boy ceased to question him.
Striving to possess their souls in patience they waited while the sun climbed higher into the heavens and still its light did not betray any signs of the coming of their missing friends. By turning and leaning a few feet over the way, the three boys were able to see much farther into the gulch behind them.
Patiently they kept watch but the slow minutes moved on and still John did not come.