There were hiding-places, but they were hardly large
enough to conceal a man. It was somewhere in the rocks close at hand
that the fugitives had found a temporary refuge; but they could not
now escape--nor could they be far from the wagon.

Without losing sight of the surroundings, Scott, disclosing nothing of
his discovery to the trader, announced that he was satisfied and that
the men he wanted did not appear to be there. He added, however, that
if the Frenchman had no objection his party would pitch camp close by
and ride with him in the morning. The Frenchman maintained his
courtesy by inviting the party to take supper with him, and Scott,
agreeing to return, rode away with Hawk and the three troopers.

They had not ridden far, when Bob dismounted the party and leaving
the horses with one trooper set two as pickets and posted himself in
hiding on one side the canyon, with Hawk on the other, to watch the
camp. What he saw or whether his patience was in any degree rewarded
no one could have told from his inscrutable face as he walked into the
camp at dusk and sat down with the trader to supper. The moon was just
rising and down at the creek, a little way from where Scott sat, some
belated teamsters were washing their hands and faces and preparing
their own supper. Scott ate slowly and with his back to the fire kept
his eye on the group of men down at the creek. When he had finished,
he walked down to the stream himself. A large man in the group fitted,
in his hat and dress, Bucks's exact description. Scott had already
spotted him an hour before, and stepped up to him now to arrest young
John Rebstock.

He laid his hand on the man's shoulder and the man turned. But to
Scott's surprise he was not the man wanted at all. He wore Rebstock's
clothes and fitted Rebstock's description, but he was not Rebstock.
The scout understood instantly how he had been tricked, but gave no
sign.

Within the preceding thirty minutes the real Rebstock, whom Scott had
already marked from his hiding-place in the canyon, had traded clothes
with this man and, no doubt, made good his escape.

If Bob was chagrined, he made no sign.

"You must have made a good trade," he said, smiling at the teamster.
"These clothes are a little big, but you will grow to them. How much
boot did you get?"

Scott looked so slight and inoffensive that the teamster attempted
insolence, and not only refused to answer questions, but threatened
violence if the