George thought for a moment.
"Fix it with Jack," said he at length. "He'll stay put. Tell him not to tell his own father. He won't. He's reliable."
"Sure?"
"Well, I'm risking my neck on it."
"I'll simply tell him the name of the lawyer," decided Bob, "and get him actual cash."
"I'll pay that back—the other I can't," said Pollock with sudden feeling. "Here, have a cup of coffee."
Bob swallowed the hot coffee gratefully. Without speaking further, Pollock arose and led the way. When finally they had reached the open forest above the camp, the mountaineer squeezed Bob's fingers hard.
"Good-bye," said the younger man in a guarded voice. "I won't see you again. Remember, even at best it's a long wait in jail. Think it over before you decide!"
"I'm in jail here," replied Pollock.
Bob walked thoughtfully to camp. He found a fire burning and Elliott afoot.