"Yet what else was there for us to do!
We've stood all the nonsense we can from that crowd. They'd have
killed us if we hadn't done something to bring them to their senses.
Now, I believe they'll let us alone."
"They'll ambush us," predicted Hazelton
"Well, they won't have any guns to do it with," Tom grinned.
"Why, what became of their guns"
"I'm the only fellow on earth who knows," Tom laughed.
"Then you were at their camp?"
"Of course. My telling you to stone any prowler who visited this
place was only a trap. I thought that he'd run off and get the
rest of the crew. Knowing you to be alone and unarmed, and believing
me to be far away prospecting, they didn't imagine that they'd need
their rifles. As soon as they left their camp I dropped in and
borrowed the rifles and all their ammunition."
"Where is the stuff now?"
"Come on and I'll show you."
"Hold on a minute," begged Harry, as Tom leaped up. "Do you miss
anything?"
"What?"
"Our assay furnace.
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