“The cheek of ’em!”
“Well, I don’t know. As long as we want to keep near them I’d just as soon have them dependent upon us for food,” Chet reflected.
“You’re still going to follow them, then?”
“To the bitter end,” chuckled Chet. “When that fellow goes back for those deeds, I’m going to be right with him.”
“I hope he won’t fool us,” Dig said doubtfully.
“He won’t if we keep our eyes open. I hope we are as smart as he is!” exclaimed Chet, with scorn. “Well! I’m willing to feed them, as I say. But I’m going to give them something to do—and in doing it they’ll be right where we can watch them.”
“While we’re hunting those buffaloes?” asked Dig excitedly.
“Yes, sir! Now listen, and don’t interfere.”
“I’m an oyster,” said Dig promptly.
The men were now astir in the camp below. The boys finished their breakfast and cleared everything away. They packed their outfit as though for a day’s march. Then, while Dig watered the horses and fastened the blanket-rolls to the cantles of the saddles, Chet approached the other camp.