Chapter 11
THE DESERT-HAWKTOWARD the close of the next day Jack Hare arrived at Seeping
Springs. A pile of gray ashes marked the spot where the trimmed
logs had lain. Round the pool ran a black circle hard packed into
the ground by many hoofs. Even the board flume had been burned to a
level with the glancing sheet of water. Hare was slipping
Silvermane's bit to let him drink when he heard a halloo. Dave Naab
galloped out of the cedars, and presently August Naab and his other
sons appeared with a pack-train.
"Now you've played bob!" exclaimed Dave. He swung out of his
saddle and gripped Hare with both hands. "I know what you've done;
I know where you've been. Father will be furious, but don't you
care."
The other Naabs trotted down the slope and lined their horses
before the p
