Well, he would see that Taggart would never get the treasure.
He went in to breakfast and watched Betty covertly during the meal.

She was trying to appear unconcerned, but it was plain to see that her unconcern was too deep to be genuine, and it moved Calumet to malevolent sarcasm.
"Nothin' is botherin' you this mornin', I reckon ?" he said to her once when he caught her looking at him.

"Clear conscience, eh ?" he added as she flushed.
"What should bother me ?" she asked, looking straight at him.
"I was thinkin' that mebbe the racket I was makin' tryin' to kill that snake might have bothered--" To his surprise, she pressed her lips tightly together, and he could see mirth in her eyes--mocking mirth.
"You are talking in riddles," she said quietly.
So then she was going to deny it?
Wrath rose in him.
"Riddles, eh ?" he said.

"Well, riddles--" "That reptile was sure botherin' you a heap," cut in Dade; and Calumet shot a quick glance at him, wondering whether he, also, was a party to the plot to "string" him.
He thought he detected gratitude in Betty's eyes as she smiled at Dade, but he was not certain.

He said no more on the subject--then.