"No, his hand hurt him so he went back to town to have a doctor look after it," replied Merwell.
"Is he coming back here?"
"He said he thought not—at least, not for the present."
"Do you think those others will come here to-night?" asked Dave, as he came with a rope, followed by Phil with another rope.
"We'll stand guard, lad, and see," answered Tom Dillon.
Much against their will, Link Merwell and Job Haskers were bound, hands and feet. Then each was made fast to a rock not far from the campfire.
"We'll take turns at guarding the camp," said Tom Dillon. "Two hours each every night after this;" and so it was arranged.
Now that he was sure he was not to be shot, Job Haskers was very indignant over being bound.
"It isn't a bit gentlemanly," he said, to Dave.
"We won't argue the point," returned our hero, briefly. He was disgusted with both Merwell and Haskers, and he wished they might both go away and that he would never see them again.
As he was so restless, Dave said he would Be the first one of the party to stand guard, and, accordingly, the others turned in as before, dropping off to sleep one after another. Merwell was
