Now, Frank, you saw where Bradley went?"
"Why, he headed for the old counterfeiter den."
"Think you can keep track of him for a short time?"
"Can I?" You know it!"
"Then take Dode with you, so as to be in communication with the camp,
and follow him! Don't show yourself if you can help it, but if you
are discovered keep busy with your camera. We are here only to take
pictures, you know!"
"So you don't trust that chap, after all?" asked Frank.
"Yes, I trust him, but he won't betray the men he has been working
with. In order to get the boy he'll have to go to the man I want."
"All right!" Frank laughed. "Come on, Dode! I might have known that
Ned was next to his job. I'll come back just before sunset to report,
if not before. If you love me have a supper fit for six of us ready
for me!"
The two boys started away, and Ned, Teddy and Oliver went back to the
pictures. After an hour or more Ned went down to the corral, as if
looking after the mule. He saw no one on the way there, but when he
reached the level spot, rich with June grass, he saw that it had had
visitors during the day.
The grass was beaten down flat behind a boulder on the edge of the
fertile spot, and there were cigarette stubs and half-burned matches
scattered about.
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