I'll bet he wasn't hurt at the mine at all.

That he was just pretending." "Uh," muttered Injun.
"Mebbe they've stolen something," continued Whitey.
"No, no come into the house, me hear 'em," said Injun.

"In bunk house nothin' to steal." Suddenly Whitey thought of the negro cook, the only other man on the place, and demanded, "Where's Slim ?" "Dunno," said Injun, and followed Whitey, who shoved his feet into a pair of slippers and ran hastily from the room.
The bunk house was dark, the men having put out their lanterns before they rode away.

Whitey groped for matches and, finding one, lighted a lamp.

Slim was nowhere to be seen.