“I not know what he wanted of Mr. Havens; but I know he is a bad man,” declared the Indian lad with conviction.
“Hel-lo!” exclaimed Chet. “Not that man who—who burned your shack?”
“He’s the man,” grunted Amoshee. “I shall get square with him.”
“But what did he want of father?”
“I not know. He has been around that old mine I showed you. He dug hole into old tunnel. He want something,” said Amoshee shortly.
“Say! can he be the fellow who is after the old Crayton diggings?”
“He after you,” said the Indian.
“What do you mean, John?” cried Chet. “He’s not following us?”
“He’s on this trail before now. Going to Grub Stake. I heard him talk to big man that work in mine—get kicked out—quick! You know?” Amoshee said excitedly.
Chet seemed preternaturally sharp at the moment.