“Don’t you remember what Zeke told you a good many times?” spoke up Grant sharply.  “He said that children should be seen and not heard.”

Fred’s face was expressive of his anger, but he wisely did not respond to the suggestion of his friend.

It was not long before Zeke and the two newcomers entered the camp where breakfast was hastily prepared for the Indian and his companion.

“Zeke,” spoke up John, “we don’t understand what’s going on.  What does all this mean?”

“What does all what mean?” retorted Zeke blankly.

“You know just as well as I do.  What is this man doing here in our camp again?”

“You’ll have to ask him.”

“Well, I don’t want to ask him.  I don’t want anything to do with him.  He stole Simon Moultrie’s diary, he smashed one of our boats, he took one of our packs and no one knows how much more damage he has done.  I don’t think he ought to be here.”

“You might tell him so,” suggested Zeke, smiling slightly as he spoke.

“I’m not going to tell him,” retorted John.  “I’m telling you and you are responsible for this party.”

“That’s right, so I be,” spoke up Zeke as if it was the first time he had heard the statement.  “There isn’t much use,” he continued, “in my looking after you when I find that you don’t pay any ’tention to what I tell you.  I left word for not one o’ you boys to leave the camp while I was gone and when I come back I find that all four of you have been up to all sorts of tricks.”

“What are those men waiting for?” demanded Fred, glancing as he spoke at the Navajo and the white man, who were frequently looking toward the rim of the Gulch.

“I think you’ll have to ask them,” said Zeke as he at once withdrew and joined the men whose actions had caused Fred to ask his question.

Fred’s confusion returned when he found that Zeke and the white man apparently were on the best of terms.  His anger increased as he became convinced that he was the topic of their conversation, for each frequently glanced in his direction and both laughed as if the reference to the Go Ahead Boy was highly amusing.

Fred’s conviction that they were awaiting the coming of some one was strengthened when he joined his friends.

“I’m telling you, fellows, there’s something strange about all this,” he said positively.  “Nobody knows what those men have in mind.  I’m getting worried.”

“What are you afraid of, Pee Wee?” laughed George, who thus far apparently was unmoved by the anxiety of his friend.

“I’m afraid something will happen that won’t do us any good,” said Fred.

The fears of the Go Ahead Boy were not expressed, however, for at that moment above the rim of the Gulch appeared the tall form of the white man who had been the companion of the man with the scar.

Blankly the Go Ahead Boys stared at this latest addition to their party, but not one of them was able to offer any explanation of his coming.  It was plain, however, that the arrival of this man had been expected, for both the Indians and the man with the scar at once advanced to meet him and the long conversation that followed indicated that his approach was not a surprise.