Then he straightened, and with another glance about him, hurried off up a gulch leading away from the road, into the hills.

Fairchild lay and watched him until he was out of sight, and he knew instinctively that a surveyor would only cover beaten territory now.

Squint Rodaine, he felt sure, had pointed out to him the Blue Poppy mine.
But he did not follow the direction given by his pursuer.

Squint Rodaine was in the hills.

Squint Rodaine might return, and the consciousness of caution bade that Fairchild not be there when he came back.