He's hiding his stained fingers somewhere in the
brush half a mile from here."
"There are no more men to your crowd?" spoke Dr. Dunlop anxiously.
"None," Tom broke in. "My order to the boy, Drew, was intended
by way of conversation to interest your four callers."
"Then, indeed, we must look out for an ambush," said one of Mr.
Dunlop's companions, a man of thirty.
"And you will be in real danger every minute of the time," said
Dunlop's daughter, fearfully. "Father, why can't you come out
of this wild country? Is the money that you may make out here worth
all the risk?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Dunlop, with a firmness that seemed intended
to settle the matter.
"Why did you fire on those men without provocation?" Tom asked,
aside, of Jim Ferrers, who stood stroking his rifle barrel with one
hand.
"I had provocation," Ferrers answered.
"Oh," said Reade, who was none the wiser.
"I'll 'get' Dolph Gage yet, if I ever have a fair chance without
running my neck into the noose of the law," added Ferrers, with
silent fury in his tone.
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