CHAPTER XVIII.
FREMONT AND THE RENEGADE.
While the boys were discussing the situation in the outer chamber of what appeared to be a subterranean, prehistoric temple, or at least an ancient habitation or place of shelter, George Fremont was moving down the slope of the mountain at a slow pace, the outlaws showing signs of exhaustion.
The big Englishman, known as "Big Bob" by the messenger who had identified the boy for him, had ordered the boy's bonds removed, and so he was scrambling along in comparative comfort, the way being quite free of dangerous cliffs and fissures.
Occasionally Big Bob approached him with some question connected with the night of the tragedy, but at first Fremont refused to talk on the subject, well knowing that the big fellow would only criticize what he said.

After a time, however, Fremont decided that it might be to his advantage to draw the fellow out, and the next time he came up he asked, abruptly: "What do you know of Nestor's movements that night ?" "Did I say that I knew anything of them ?" was the astonished reply.
"When you thought you had captured Nestor you said you knew of every move he made that night.

Not my movements, but Nestor's." "Don't get gay, now," growled the other.

"I'll talk about that with Nestor, when I find him.

I'll talk about your movements with you.
There's plenty of proof that you did the job there." "And you've got it, of course ?" said Fremont, with a shrug of disbelief.
"Of course I've got it.