“Who did burn it?” asked Mr. Havens. “Looks odd to me. Of course the Indian boy wouldn’t destroy his own property.”
“I wonder where John went to when he left us so suddenly in that mine,” Chet remarked.
“He flew the coop, and that’s a fact!” said Dig. “But I couldn’t guess where he went to. It’s pretty safe to say he did not come this way.”
“That’s so,” agreed Chet. “But I would like to see him; wouldn’t you, Father?”
“Most certainly,” said Mr. Havens. “Perhaps we might do something to help the lad. If he has lost his outfit—”
“That white man!” exclaimed Chet, interrupting.
“Hel-lo!” said Mr. Havens.
“What white man?” asked Dig, in surprise. “What are you dreaming about, Chet?”
“No dream,” said Chet, shaking his head. “But we saw a stranger talking with John Peep right here; you remember, Dig?”
“Sure. What of it?”