& L.field camp.

If Mr.Peter Bad hangs out with the camp then he ought to be able to direct us." "You can ask him, of course," nodded the Colorado boy.
Soon after the horses covered the distance needed to bring them close to the bend.

Now the driver hauled in his team, and, blocking the forward wheels with a fragment of rock, began to give his attention to the harness.
Bad Pete had consented to glance their way at last.

He turned his head indolently, emitting a mouthful of smoke.

As if by instinct his right hand dropped to the butt of a revolver swinging in a holster over his right hip.
"I hope he isn't bad tempered today!" shivered Harry under his breath.
"I beg your pardon, sir," galled Tom, "but can you tell us-----" "Who are ye looking at ?" demanded Bad Pete, scowling.
"At a polished man of the world, I'm sure," replied Reade smilingly.
"As I was saying, can you tell us just where we can find the S.B.