“Then, of course, they know I wasn’t killed,” replied Harry; “for Dick would never leave the cabin alone so long if he were coming back at all.  Now what shall we do?”

Well, the end of it was that they could not make up their minds what would be the wisest thing to do; but Harry told Missoo that he intended going East soon.

There was evidently a big lump in the miner’s throat when he tried to answer Harry’s announcement, and when he did speak it was to beg like a child that Harry would stay anyhow until he was up out of bed and walking around.

“It won’t be more’n a week, Gent,” he said, pleadingly.

In his uncertainty what to do, Harry decided to let his course wait on Missoo’s recovery, hoping that in the meantime something would occur to help him decide.

He was a good horseman, but Bill had had very little experience in that way, and so the two went out on their horses every day, generally accompanied by such of the miners as had the leisure and the inclination to ride.

This was an always acceptable escort to Harry, for he could not drive away an uneasy feeling that danger lurked in every lonely place.  There were not many rides in the vicinity of the mines, but the mountain trails would do better than no roads at all, and the parties used to go stumbling and straggling over these.

Once Harry dismounted near the cave and ran up to it and looked in; then he was certain that his escape had been discovered, and it seemed probable that it had happened on the same day or the next.

The week passed by and Missoo was gaining his strength rapidly and was sitting up every day.  Harry, too, was gaining confidence in the absence of any sign of danger, and two or three times went out riding with Bill without anybody else.

One day they started out alone, and Harry talked of soon being able to start.

“What do you think has become of Hoyt?” asked Bill.

He had asked the same question a great many times, but hoped each time to get a more satisfying answer.  It was a question he could not answer to his own satisfaction.

“I wish I knew,” Harry responded; “but anyhow we must make a start soon.  I wrote to Mr. Harmon that I would be there and he will be expecting me.  Besides, I shan’t feel comfortable until that matter about the fire is settled.  That is the only hold Hoyt has on me now, and as soon as that is gone he will be the one to feel uncomfortable.”

“You will have all the money you need out of the mine,” said Bill.  “Hello!  I thought none of the men were coming out to-day.”

He had heard the sound of hoofs behind, and he and Harry turned at the same moment.  They were then on the stage road, the only real road in the neighborhood.

Harry looked a long time at the party of five coming up behind them at a trot, but could not make them out.

“They look like strangers to me,” he said, uneasily.