"Say," he went on, "if Jimmie is there, he must be in some hole under
that rock--the one they came out of! If they turn away, I may be able
to get in there and see."
"Wait until there is little danger of detection," Ned advised. "We
don't know how many men there are in the party, remember."
The boys walked softly back to the north, keeping ridges and
outcropping rocks between the canyon and themselves, and then crept
softly down the slope so as to come out at the north end of the
little cut. The men they were watching were frying bacon and boiling
coffee now, and appeared to be thoroughly occupied with their tasks.
In a few moments both boys were within hearing, distance. The men
were not talking much, however. In fact, they both seemed to be
harboring a grouch, from the infrequent low, grumbling complaints
which the boys overheard.
"I'm through with the bunch after this!" one of the men said. "I'm
not going to do all the work and let some one else draw all the
money."
"It is time we got out of here anyway," the other said. "Those fresh
boys were around here this afternoon."
"Why didn't you plug them if you knew they were here?" demanded the
other.
Frank nudged Ned in the side with his fist.
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