"Just the one I did mean. I'm almost sure it was our old friend," replied Frank.
"But what could he want up here, and with our pard, Bill?"
"Wait and we'll see, that's all," came from Frank, as they kept on silently advancing so as to come upon the iire.
"Say, what did I tell you about a warning in my bones? There's something going to happen that ain't on the bills, though it may be on this Bill," groaned Lanky.
"Keep still, now; we're nearly there. Creep up behind this clump of bushes at the point, and let's see the show," whispered Frank.
In another minute they had drawn close enough to easily see the tramp. He was sitting there looking into the heart of the blazing fire; and Frank imagined that Bill seemed rather glum, as though his thoughts were not very happy ones.
"Look at the bushes just back of him—something moving there. What did I tell you? It's Chief Hogg, and he's coming out," whispered Frank.
"With two of his men in tow. Oh! what has Bill been doing? I hope nothing serious, nothing to get him trouble just when things look rosy for the poor chap."
"H'sh!" was hissed into Lanky's ear.
