The confusion in the minds of the Go Ahead Boys increased when a few minutes later Zeke conducted the two white visitors to the place where the boys were standing.  As he drew near he doffed his hat and said, “Boys, I want to make you acquainted with Mr. Moultrie.  This is the man,” he added, as he slapped the tall stranger on his shoulder.

The boys somehow murmured their appreciation of the introduction though the blank manner in which they stared at the visitor indicated that they were more mystified than before.

A moment later Zeke beckoned to the man with the scar to approach.  As he came near the place, again Zeke doffed his hat and making a low bow said to the boys, “I want to make you ’quainted with Mr. Pratt.  We have been waiting for Moultrie to come,” he explained, “and I’m thinking we’re about ready to start.”

“Where?” demanded Grant.

“You come along and you’ll see,” was all the explanation Zeke gave.

Dubious as the Go Ahead Boys were they nevertheless decided to follow the suggestion of their guide and in a brief time the entire party, including the two Navajos, set forth from the camp.

The tall stranger was the leader now and silently and swiftly he led the way.  Apparently he was fully aware of the destination he was seeking and the most direct method of approaching it.  Across the little plateau over which they were moving he led his followers until at last they came to a deep gulch or gully that had been worn into the side of the mountain.  Doubtless the torrents which had swept down the hill-side had worn their way into the mountain-side, leaving this deep gulch as the evidence of their power.

The excitement of the boys increased when Mr. Moultrie entered the gully.  It was manifest that he was no stranger here and as he swiftly advanced, his followers found difficulty in keeping up with the pace that he set.

For fifteen minutes not a word was spoken although the excitement increased with every passing minute.  Indeed, it was manifest that the interest of Zeke and the Navajoes was steadily increasing as they moved farther into the gulch.

Fifteen minutes later the man who had been introduced to the boys as Moultrie abruptly halted and said, “It is right here.”

“What is here?” demanded Grant, who was now the spokesman for the Go Ahead Boys.

“Simon Moultrie’s claim,” said the man simply.

“What!” demanded Grant.  “Where is it?  I don’t see it.  What have you to do with it?”

“It’s right before you,” said the tall man, smiling as he spoke, “and the reason why I am here is because that claim belongs to me.  I am James Moultrie, Simon’s younger brother.  After he found this place and filed his claim he wrote me what he had done and said that he had made his will, leaving the whole thing to me.”

“And who is this man?” demanded Grant, turning to Moultrie’s companion.