is curiosity not a little. According to what
Charley Moi said they were now in a neighborhood where ordinary tourists
never visited.

He thought of the two sheriffs and the lawless men they were pursuing.
Could it be possible that they were destined to run across those
desperate characters sooner or later?

The thought was a disquieting one. It served to make Frank wakeful, and
his restlessness was communicated to Bob, although the latter did not
know what caused it.

But if the fugitives from justice were loitering around in that
particular part of the Grand Canyon, either hiding from the determined
sheriffs, or looking for rich quarry, neither they or anyone else
disturbed the camp of the saddle boys.

Again, in the morning, Charley Moi lighted a fire, and made ready to
prepare a modest breakfast. As Bob had said, their supplies were running
low, and unless something happened very soon the Chinaman would have to
be dispatched to the nearest store to replenish the food.

Still thinking of the sound he had heard during the night, and which he
believed must have been a human voice, rather than the cry of some wild
animal, Frank, while they sat cross-legged around the fire, eating the
scanty meal, addressed himself to the Chinaman.

"How many times have you come up this far, Charley Moi?" he asked.

The other commenced to figure on his fingers. Having no counting board,
used so frequently by his countrymen in laundries, until they get
accustomed to the habits of the white man, he took this means of
tabulating.

"Allee fingers and this much over," and he held up the first and second
fingers of one hand.

"Ten and two, making twelve in all," declared Bob. "Well, you have
served the man-with-the-bald-head faithfully and long, Charley."

"And in all these times I suppose you've never known anybody to be
around here?" Frank went on.

Charley shook his head in the negative.

"White man, no. Sometime Moqui come 'long, make for stlore down canlon
get glub. See same two, thlee times. Charley Moi see old Moqui last
night," the Chinaman replied.

"What's that you say?" demanded Frank, hastily. "That you saw a Moqui
last night, and after we had come to halt right here?"

"Thatee so," grinned the other, as though pleased to feel that he was
able to interest Frank so readily.

"Just when did this happen, Charley Moi?" pursued the other.

"Flank, Blob, down by river, make muchee look-look in glass," answered
Charley