"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. "Well, I didn't say it. You said it. Did I ever tell you about the Navajo squaw that some of the women up here, stopping over at Albuquerque, fitted out for her wedding?" "No," replied the boys together. "What did they do?" "Why they gave her six dresses and a lot of other things they thought she would need as soon as she was in her own house. Some of them stopped there a year or two afterward and looked her up. The squaw was wearing one of the dresses that the white women had given her, but they found out that when one dress had become so old and torn that the squaw couldn't wear it much longer she would just put another dress right on over it and wear that until it was worn out, and then she put on number three and then number four. She was wearing six altogether when this white woman found her." "That's a fine story, Zeke," laughed Fred. "It's almost good enough to be true." "No, sir, it's too good to be true," spoke up George. "That doesn't make any difference," said Zeke sturdily. "I'm telling you what was told me. That's all I know about it." "Zeke," said Grant, who up to this time had taken little part in the conversation, "if you really think those Indians are after those two white men and that something may happen if they happen to meet, don't you think we ought to get word to them somehow?"