“So that is where you learned to speak such good English is it?” said George.
“Do you find that your education helps you a good deal out here in your life among the Navajos?”
For a moment the young Indian stared blankly at the inquirer and then without replying to the question, once more turned to his companion and after a brief conversation he again faced the boys and said, “We thank you for the breakfast you have given us. We must go now.”
“Shall I tell those men if they come back,” spoke up Zeke, “that Thomas Jefferson and another Navajo have been here to see them?”
There was a gleam in the eyes of the namesake of the great statesman when he answered, “Say nothing.”
“Yes,” said Zeke, “but I would like to know if they are looking for you.”
“We are looking for them,” retorted the Navajo.
“Well, all I can say,” said Zeke, “is that I hope you’ll find them. Maybe you’ll find them too before they find the claim staked by old Sime Moultrie.”
Plainly the Navajo was startled by the guide’s suggestion for he stopped abruptly and said, “Is Simon Moultrie dead?”
“Yes, and his bones have been buried,” answered Zeke.
“Not far from where he died.”
“When did he die?”
“That I can’t say.”
“And did he stake a claim?”
“Did I say he did? Did you know him?”
“Everybody knew Simon Moultrie,” said the Indian. “He came to Tombstone many times for supplies.”
“That’s right, he did,” acknowledged Zeke. “He was a great old prospector. He kept it up all his life but I never knew of his finding anything worth staking.”
“He did not stake any claim?”
“I can’t say.”
The Indian looked keenly at the guide and then turning looked with equal keenness at the boys who were greatly enjoying the conversation. He did not say any more, however, and in company with the other Navajo at once departed from the camp.
Silently the Go Ahead Boys watched the departing redmen until their forms had been hidden from sight by one of the numerous projecting cliffs. Then the tension was somewhat relieved and Fred turned to Zeke and said, “What do you think those Indians wanted?”
“My opinion is that they have gotten wind somehow that those two men are looking for the claim that old Sime Moultrie may have staked.”
“What will happen,” inquired Grant, “if the Navajos begin to look for the claim and come upon those two white men there?”
“It will depend on which party can draw his gun first,” replied Zeke dryly.
“Do you think it’s as bad as that?” demanded Fred excitedly.
“I don’t think nothin’ about it. I haven’t much use for those white men, and when it comes to a Navajo—why you have heard what the only kind of a good Indian is, haven’t you?”
“A dead Indian,” answer Grant with a laugh.