"I don't know nothin' about them, just as I told you," responded Zeke gruffly. "As I said, the only way you can find that out is to go where they are." "And do you know whether they started toward Thorn's Gulch?" "Where?" demanded Fred quickly. "Thorn's Gulch." "What makes you think they were headed for Thorn's Gulch?" demanded Zeke. "I didn't say we knew," said the Indian solemnly. "I asked you if you knew." "Well, we don't," said Zeke. "What is there about Thorn's Gulch that makes you think they might want to go there?" Instead of replying to the question the Navajo again turned to his companion and carried on another conversation with him in still lower tones than before. Then abruptly rising, the Indian, who had been acting as chief spokesman, said, "I don't think we need to trouble you any more." "Hold on a minute," said Fred. "What's your hurry?" Both Indians had turned as if they were about to retrace their way along the steep incline by which they had approached the camp. Halting abruptly at the question, before either could speak Fred continued, "You talk a good deal like a man who has not been trained as most of the Indians I have seen around here have been." "Yes," said the Indian, a broad smile appearing on his face as he spoke, "My name is Thomas Jefferson, in the white man's language." "Thomas Jefferson?" demanded Grant. "Where in the world did you get that name?" "When I went to the white man's school they gave me a white man's name." "Where were you in school?" "Pennsylvania." "Is that so?" exclaimed Grant, who was especially interested in such matters. "Yes," explained the Indian, "I was sent east by some missionaries to be educated. As I told you they gave me a white man's name and I was there three years in the school." "So that is where you learned to speak such good English is it?" said George. "Yes." "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. "Where?" "Not far from where he died." "When did he die?"