“He said they were not going to Grub Stake.”
“Not at once.”
“Well! where the dickens are they going, then?” demanded the disgusted Dig.
“I don’t know. Unless the story of that Steve’s having lost the deeds is true, and he means to try to slip us and go back to the place where he thinks he dropped them.”
“He’ll have a hot time slipping us,” the other boy said boastfully.
“I don’t know. He evidently knows this country better than we do.”
“That’s easy, for we don’t know it at all!” exclaimed Dig.
“Well, there may be a chance for them to fool us in these rocky hills. Maybe this proposal for a buffalo hunt is just for that purpose.”
“Not if they need meat so badly as they seem to,” remarked the other boy, with more thoughtfulness than he usually displayed.
“I see!” exclaimed Chet quickly. “You think they’ll wait to provision themselves before they take the back trail?”