"He looked as if he might be in dead earnest," replied Bob; "but you
know him better than I do, and ought to be able to say whether he'd
have the sand to take up such a job as that."
"Oh! nobody doubts his grit, when it comes to that," Frank went on, as
though trying to figure the matter out. "And he seems to want to do
something everybody else lets alone. You know what I told you about
Thunder Mountain, Bob; and how it has been a mystery ever since the
country hereabout was settled by people from the East?"
"Yes," the Kentucky boy replied, "and somehow, what you told me seemed
to shake me up as I don't ever remember being stirred before. It was
like a direct challenge--just like somebody had dared me to look into
this queer old mountain, and find out what it all meant."
"That's just it," said Frank, watching the face of his chum with a show
of eagerness. "It struck me the same way long ago, and I can remember
often thinking what a great time a few of the right kind of fellows
might have if they took a notion to go nosing around that old pile of
rock, to see what does make all that row every little while."
"And you tell me nobody knows what it is?" demanded Bob.
"Why, don't you understand, the cowboys all keep away from Thunder
Mountain as much as they can. They're worse than the Injuns about it,
because while the reds say that is the voice of Manitou talking, these
fellows just up and declare the mountain is haunted.
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