were silent, as if this had been agreed upon. Merwell was slightly in advance and he pointed to the outfit of the Morr crowd. This lay between some rocks and covered with a rubber cloth, so that the eatables might not be spoiled by the weather.
Job Haskers nodded, to show that he understood, and both of the intruders tiptoed their way towards the stores. Noiselessly they raised the rubber cover and placed it on the ground. Then both commenced to pack the stores in the cloth.
It was plainly to be seen now what the rascals meant to do. They were going to make off with our friends' stores, thereby perhaps making it necessary for them to give up the hunt for the mine and go back to the nearest place where more stores could be procured. For among those barren rocks but little could be found for the mine-hunters to eat. They might get a shot at some wild beast, but that was all.
"What shall we do?" whispered Phil, who was growing impatient watching proceedings.
"When I give the signal, jump up and cover them with your pistols," replied Roger.
"Oh, I wouldn't shoot them," urged Dave, who dreaded to think of bloodshed under any circumstances.
"Well, we'll scare 'em," returned the senator's son. "We'll teach 'em that they can't come near this camp."
