"However, that's not our business.

You'll find room and some blankets in the bunk-house." Drummond left them and Thirlwell said, thoughtfully, "It's plain that he deceived Stormont by telling him the creek flowed south.

This would make the fellow think the ore was on our side of the last height of land, but if the water goes east, it must run into the James Bay basin on the other slope.

That's something of a clue, but I see a risk in keeping Drummond here.

Suppose he makes friends with Driscoll ?" "Driscoll doesn't make friends," Scott rejoined and added with a twinkle: "Then as you don't admit there is a lode, it's not worth while to wonder whether the lad could tell Black Steve anything useful." "We'll let that go," Thirlwell replied, and when Scott strolled away read Agatha's letter again with keen satisfaction.