Fred's example was speedily followed by his friends, who quickly took pieces of the sputtering bacon on sharpened sticks which they held in their right hands while with their left they grasped pieces of the cooked cereal which Zeke had been frying for breakfast. All were busily engaged in this pleasing occupation when the two Indians approached the camp. The redmen were the first to speak and to the surprise of the Go Ahead Boys they addressed them in excellent English, at least the one who appeared to be the leader was able to express himself clearly and in correct form. "We would like some breakfast," said the spokesman, who was a young Indian perhaps twenty-one years of age. "All right, sir," spoke up Fred before any one else could respond to the request. "We'll fix you some in a minute." Fortunately the supply was ample for the present meal at least, and both Navajos, seating themselves upon a projecting rock, almost devoured the food which was given them. The Go Ahead Boys were eager to talk with the redmen, but silence rested over the camp. Zeke was particularly gruff in his manner and apparently ignored the presence of the strangers. At last the Indian who had been chief spokesman said, "We have come to ask if two white men have come to your camp within a few days." "What do you want to know for?" asked Zeke quickly. Whatever his reasons may have been for inquiring the Navajo did not offer any explanations. "Yes, there were two men here but they have gone," said Zeke slowly. "Did one of them have a scar across his cheek that reached almost from his nose to his ear?" "Yes." "Was the other man larger and heavier?" "That's right," said Fred, aware that both his companions were as deeply interested as he in the conversation. "Where did they go?" "We do not know," spoke up Zeke. "We didn't invite them to come here and they didn't stop to say good-by when they left." "Do you know their names?" "I can't say that we do," replied Zeke. "Was there anything special that you wanted o' them?" The Navajo glanced quickly at his companion, who plainly understood the question and then said, "Yes, we want very much to see them." "Well, I'm afraid then that you'll have to go where they are." "Did they go down the river or did they go up the cliffs?" "The last we saw of them they were headed for the sky," said Zeke glumly. "Did they have ponies?" "We didn't see any. They may have left them up yonder, but they didn't bring any into the camp." The Navajo again turned to his companion and carried on a conversation in a low voice, apparently ignoring the presence of the others. "If there was any message you wanted left," suggested Zeke, "we might take it and tell them that two Navajoes are waiting for them." "No," replied the Indian abruptly. "Say nothing. Do you know whether they are coming back to your camp or not?" "I hope not," said Zeke. "Have you any reason to think they were bad men?"