"I don't need two men, either, to protect me."
"I don't need the two men here, either, Jim for a few days. As
for you, you don't know how many men you are going to need. All
three of Gage's partners have vanished, and I'm sure that they're
together somewhere out on the Range. They undoubtedly have rifles
again, at that, and if you meet them, three men won't be any too
many to stand off those four rascals."
Tom watched the trio of horsemen out of sight in the morning.
"If Jim doesn't lose his head that trip will mean that we shall
see the last of Dolph Gage," mused the young engineer.
For once Tom Reade was in grave error, as subsequent events proved.
"It's ten minutes of seven," Harry reminded him.
"Get ready, men," Tom shouted to their few laborers, who were
enjoying a few minutes leisure after breakfast.
At seven o'clock the young engineers and their handful of toilers
moved over to the point in the outcropping vein of ore that Reade
had selected for their first blast.
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