"Cheerful sort of people!" he said. "I'm looking to see something
start soon."
"I didn't know at the time that they were here!" the man replied,
with a snarl. "I'm no Indian sleuth. After they left I started
through the grove and found their tracks. Good thing for them that I
saw their tracks instead of their heads!"
"Well," the other grunted, "if we are agreed that it is time for us
to get out, why don't we get out? I'm not going to take all the
chances! Why don't the others come? They won't come, and that's all
there is to it. They're waiting for us to do the job! Then they'll
claim the pay."
By this time the bacon was crisp and the coffee was simmering
fragrantly in the pot and the two men fell to with an appetite. Frank
watched them eat with an appetite of his own, rubbing his stomach and
trying to show how near the point of starvation he was, although it
had been only a short time since he had eaten a hearty meal!
"They don't trust us!" one of the men muttered, at length.
"We haven't got a thing on them, if they see fit to welch on us," the
other admitted.
"But if we obey orders, they will have so much on us that we won't
dare say a word, even if they make us walk back and buy our own meals
on the way!"
"Is it agreed, then, that we're going to cut it?" asked one.
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