“You find gold? Mebby yes? Mebby no?”
It was the Indian, he of the traps. He had found his broken trap, she felt sure of that. As she looked he seemed to leer at her in a mocking manner. Then he passed on into the night.
The look on that man’s face disturbed her. Many things troubled her. She was tired, needed rest.
“I must sleep,” she told herself.
The doctor was to remain, at least for the night. Her father was in good hands. Creeping away to her small room, she disrobed in the dark and was soon fast asleep.
CHAPTER XVI
PAWNS
Johnny Thompson and Scott Ramsey were disheartened by the news that Sandy’s pitchblende was of no value.
“It’s the end of one glorious dream.” Ramsey stared into space.
“Yes,” Johnny agreed, “that’s gone.”
“Not a bit of it!” Sandy’s keen old eyes snapped. “There’s pitchblende in these rocky old ledges such as the world has never known.