He sat up and called to Jackpine, who was putting a fresh log on the big fire in front of the shelter.
"Gregson told me to be sure and have the camp guarded at night, Jackpine.

What do you think about it ?" The Indian turned with a queer chuckles his lathery face wrinkled in a grin.
"Gregson--heem ver' much 'fraid," he replied.

"No bad man here--all down there and in camp.

We kep' watch evr' night.

Heem 'fraid--I guess so, mebby." "Afraid of what ?" For a moment Jackpine was silent, half bending over the fire.