"Well, it needn't worry us," commented Dick. "We're going to be cow punchers—not miners."
"You said it!" declared Nort.
By this time they were within the range of several fires gleaming in the midst of the camp of the scientists, and a moment later Professor Blair emerged from the tent that had been so jealously guarded during the day.
"Oh, it's you; is it?" he asked as he recognized the boys and Babe.
"It is very kind of you, to take this trouble."
"'Sall right," remarked the assistant foreman, as he handed over the bottles of medicine. "Tell th' boss to use it just as it is—don't need any dilutin' with water."
"Oh, you mean Professor Wright," said the other, so translating the cowboy's use of the word "boss."
"Yep," answered Babe. "Tell the boss to use it straight."
"Well, he isn't here just now," said the other. "The men who were shot seem to be doing well, however. I'll attend to them myself. Thank you again."
His voice was cultured and his manner pleasant. But it was evident that he invited no confidences.
Little could be made out, even in the moonlight and the gleam of the fire, save the usual scattered camp outfits, and the white tents.