"Think!" Ted urged. "Think of the sort of man Smoky is. There was bad blood between him and Dad and had been for some time. You were there when Dad dressed him down for setting traps before fur was prime. There was, as you'll remember, talk of shooting even then. Smoky knew Dad had gone up Coon Valley ahead of him; probably he even _thinks_ Dad shot him. He said he saw him because he wanted to be sure of revenge. Smoky would do that." "Yes, he would. But it seems to me that you're doing a lot of guessing." "Maybe. You brought Smoky's rifle out?" "Yes." "Had it been fired?" "No, the bore was mirror slick." "What would you do if you ran across Dad?" "I'd bring him in, if I had to do it at gun point." "Loring, I am going to do something that neither you nor I thought I would ever do. I am going to betray my dad into your hands." "Then you do know where he is?" "No, I haven't seen him since the night he left." "Cut it out, Ted. We all know you've been taking him supplies and we've tried a dozen times to catch you at it. You do know where he is?" "I don't, but Tammie does." "So!" the warden exploded. "Callahan was right! He thought he saw Tammie leave your house that night with a pack on his back. But when you whistled him in, and he didn't have any pack, Callahan figured he'd made a mistake. How'd you manage that?" "Dad was coming to see me and he saw Callahan, too. He met Tammie within yards of the house and took his pack off. Loring, if this is to be done, it's to be done my way." "What's your way?" "You do exactly as I say." "I'm listening." "Meet me at my house two hours after midnight. We'll cross the hills to Glory Rock; we won't be able to walk up Coon Valley. Then you're to hide behind or beside the rock, any place you can listen without being seen, until I say you can come out." "Now look here, Ted, I like you and I like your dad, but I'm not sticking my neck out for anybody." "I promise you won't, and I also promise that you will get a chance to bring Dad in." The game warden pondered. Finally he agreed, "All right, Ted, it'll be your way. But if there are any tricks, somebody's going to get hurt." "O.K. Meet me at two?" "At two." Ted drove happily to Nels Anderson's modest house and found his friend chopping wood. Nels greeted him with a broad smile. "Hi, Ted! Come in an' have a cup of coffee?" "I can't stay, Nels. How are you doing?" "Goot, goot for now. Them deer hunters what stayed in your camp, they paid me nice an' I get another yob soon." "Crestwood's changing hands and the new owners are taking over next week. You might go ask them for your old job back." "Yah! I do that." "If you don't get one there," Ted said recklessly, "I myself will be able to offer you something that'll tide you over until you get another job. I'm going to build more camps." "Py golly, Ted, I yoost don't know how to thank you!" "Will you do me a favor?" "For you I do anything!"