"Where are Gilroy and the rest of your crowd stopping?"
"Wot do yer want to know that fur?"
"Answer the question—and tell me the truth," and old Benson looked sternly at his prisoner.
"At a cave near Bald Top," returned Anderson sulkily. "But I don't know how long they were goin ter stay there."
"Where were they going to take Captain Moore?"
This question came as a surprise to the desperado.
"Wot do yer know about dat?" he cried.
"Answer the question."
"Goin' ter take him to dat same cave, first."
"And then?"
"Dey was bound fer Lone Creek, up to where old Cimber onct had a claim."
You are telling me the truth? Remember, if you put me on the wrong trail—"
"It's the truth, Benson. But, say, don't be rough on me. I aint such a bad egg. Dat shootin—"
"I know all about you, Anderson. Now come with me."
Reaching down, the old scout untied the rascal's feet, that he might walk, and then forced Anderson to journey to the big hole.
