It would be interesting to know where he means to look." He frowned as he lighted his pipe, because it was too late to satisfy his curiosity.

The prospectors had vanished into the trackless desolation, and now deep snow had fallen the wilds would hide them well.
Scott pondered for a few minutes and then resumed: "You mean to help Miss Strange put this matter over, although you don't believe in the lode ?" "Yes," said Thirlwell, "I've promised her." "Then you're up against two hard men who have got a start, and one of them is dangerous." "Black Steve?
Well, I believe he meant to leave Father Lucien to starve, but I don't see why." "You need help yourself," Scott rejoined dryly.

"When Driscoll was ill and delirious he talked in a curious way, and when he got better may have had some recollection of being badly scared.

If so, I expect he imagined he said more than he did and had, so to speak, given himself away.

As a matter of fact, he said enough to be suspicious.