Casey used to feel a sickness in his middle when that thought nagged him, and he felt a growing anger now when he looked at the twinkling glow.

He walked a little faster.

Now that the fear had come to him, Casey wanted to come up with the men, talk with them, learn their business if they were truthful, or sense their lying if they tried to hide their purpose from him.

He must know.

If they were seeking Injun Jim, then he must find some way to head them off, circumvent their plans with strategy of his own.