But if this was true what had since become of Frederick?
Westcott came back from his musings to this one important question.
The answer puzzled him.

If the man was dead why should Beaton remain at Haskell and insist on Miss La Rue's joining him?
And if the man was alive and concealed somewhere in the neighbourhood, what was their present object?
Had they decided they were risking too much in permitting him to live?
Had something occurred to make them feel it safer to have him out of the way permanently?
What connection did Bill Lacy have with the gang?
Westcott rose to his feet and began following the trail up the canon.
He was not serving Cavendish nor Miss Donovan by sitting there.

He would, at least, discover where Lacy was and learn what the fellow was engaged at.

He walked rapidly, but the sun was nearly down by the time he reached the mouth of his own drift.
While waiting word from the East which would enable him to develop the claim, Westcott had thought it best to discontinue work, and hide, as best he could, from others the fact that he had again discovered the lost lead of rich ore.

To that end, after taking out enough for his immediate requirements in the form of nuggets gathered from a single pocket, which he had later negotiated quietly at a town down the railroad, he had blocked up the new tunnel and discontinued operations.
He had fondly believed his secret secure, until Lacy's careless words had aroused suspicion that the latter might have seen his telegrams to Cavendish.