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"Why do you say that?"
"Because you know who the real criminal is."
"That is not true!" thundered the other. "Now, I've had enough of this.
You mog along and keep your mouth shut or it will be the worse for you."
Fremont knew very well that Big Bob was considering a desperate means
of retrieving the error he had made in speaking of a friend who might
be accused of the crime. The boy was afraid that he had gone too far
in his desire to provoke the big fellow.
For there would be no one to ask questions if the boy should never
leave the hills alive. Unless the Black Bears were within striking
distance, no one would ever know what had become of him. He looked
and listened again for some signs of his friends, but the slope
behind told him nothing.
CHAPTER XIX.
WHAT WAS FOUND UNDERGROUND.
While Fremont was clambering down the eastern slope, studying
the renegade Englishman whenever opportunity offered, and
puzzling over the source of the fellow's information
concerning the Cameron building and the Tolford estate papers,
Ned Nestor and his companions were preparing to visit the
interior of the strange shelter-place in which they found themselves.
The outer chamber, which, for convenience they marked "Chamber A"
on the rough map they afterward made, was 30x40 feet in size, with
the eastern side running parallel with the almost perpendicular
face of rock which shot upward from the shelf which has before
been alluded to. The opening faced directly east, and from it
one could look miles over the desert of sand lying between the
foot of the range and the Rio Grande del Norte, something like
a hundred miles away.
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