"The chief will be here within the hour," he said to Georges. "He desires
that you have all here before he arrives."
"It shall be done," replied Georges, eying the newcomer with some
disfavor because of his pomposity.
The newcomer walked across the room and sat down. As he did so his eyes
fell upon Hal and Chester, slouched back in their chairs. Immediately he
was on his feet.
"Who are these?" he demanded of Georges. "Their faces are
unfamiliar to me."
"Friends of Jean Garnier," replied Georges briefly.
Jean was immediately on his feet and approached the questioner.
"Yes, they are friends of mine," he said, "and, as true Apaches, they
love gold better than anything else. What have you to say about it?" and
his hand slipped to his belt.
It was plain to Hal and Chester that the man was not frightened by this
show of hostility, for he smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, nothing at all," he said. "What are one or two Apaches more or less?
You are all of the same breed."
He turned his back on Jean and sat down.
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