“Where’s Kitoni?” demanded George as Thomas Jefferson alone entered the camp.

“I cannot say.”

“Are you expecting him pretty soon?”

“I expect him to be here when he shall come.”

“That’s quite a remarkable statement, isn’t it?” said John lightly, as the Indian turned away and approached the place where Zeke was lying on his back.

An extensive conversation between the Navajo and the guide followed but the Go Ahead Boys were unable to hear anything that was said.

At last, however, Zeke arose and approaching the place where the Go Ahead Boys were standing, he said, “I hear you boys didn’t do what I told you?”

“What was that?” inquired Grant.

“I told you not to leave this camp.”

“We didn’t go very far away,” laughed Grant.  “Every one of us got busy and we made some circles around the place here where we’re stopping.  We tried it three times, but we didn’t find any signs of the claim which Simon Moultrie had staked.”

“What did you expect to find?” demanded Zeke, a broad grin appearing on his face for a moment.

“The claim,” reported Grant sharply.

“Did you think there was a big sign up there stating that this was old Simon Moultrie’s property and warning everybody to keep off?”

Without waiting for a reply Zeke turned away, nor were the Go Ahead Boys able to induce him to renew his conversation.  No reference was made to the plans for the following day and all four boys were greatly mystified when at last they retired for the night.

The failure of the guide to be interested in the attempts the boys had made to discover the claim for which they were searching was somewhat mortifying.  Indeed, Fred was inclined to break out in open rebellion.  It was Grant, however, who soothed his feelings and prevailed upon his friend not to speak again to Zeke concerning the efforts they had made.

Early the following morning the missing Navajo and the white man whose face was scarred, who had been an occasional unwelcome visitor in the camp, together approached the place where the boys were awaiting their coming.

“Do you see who that is?” demanded Fred in a low voice.

“Not being aged and infirm and my memory not having failed me as yet,” said Grant solemnly, “I do recollect our distinguished visitor.”

No more was said although with deep interest the boys watched the approach of the two men, wondering all the time what the coming of the white man implied.

Their curiosity was still further increased when Zeke without waiting for the men to enter the camp met them thirty feet away and at once entered into a low and earnest conversation.

“What’s the meaning of all this?” demanded Fred again.  “I don’t see what that fellow is doing back here and I don’t understand why Zeke appears to be so friendly with him.  You don’t suppose,” he added cautiously, “that the guide has decided to go in with the other fellows, do you?”