They had seen nothing more of Peg Grant and his
two guides, but could easily believe the others were not a great way
off. Perhaps they, too, were only waiting for night to come in order
to start their investigation.
"I don't think either Spanish Joe, or Nick, could be depended on, if
the thing began to look too spooky," Frank had said more than once,
showing that his thoughts must be running in the direction of the rival
party.
"Oh! this is easy," chuckled Bob. "If all we've got to do is to squat
here and take notes when the menagerie begins to wake up, it's going to
be a snap."
Frank did not want to make his chum nervous by confessing that he had
another reason for agreeing to remain there idle the balance of the
day, besides the fact of there being no hurry, and that they could take
notes just as easy there as farther up the mountain.
The fact was, he had concluded, it would be safer for them to remain in
hiding while daylight lasted, and do what searching they expected to
accomplish in the darkness of night.
It was too easy, for anyone who had no scruples, and wished to do them
injury, to drop a rock down from the wall of the canyon. Against this
sort of attack their rifles would be useless; and terrible damage might
result.
As to who would be guilty of such an outrage, Frank only remembered
that Peg was in a white heat of indignation, and fully capable of doing
some madcap prank in order to frighten off the two saddle boys.
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