Please ask Lieutenant Wingate to come here," he added, nodding and smiling to the Indian, who backed away into the shadows.
"I am Chet Ainsworth, timber agent," said the stranger.

"This is my guide, Tobe Skinner.

I'm here to talk a little business with you.

Tobe thought he knew the way, but we got a thousand miles out of it.

While we were trying to decide whether this was a lumber camp or a state's prison colony that Indian ruffian got the drop on us and drove us in.