"Tom Roland and Jasper Guardley!" he whispered to his uncle. "Those are the fellows we thought got that money on a false identification!"
"Is that so?" returned Foster Portney. "What can Earl be bringing them here for?"
"This is Mr. Portney, I take it," said Guardley, after clearing his throat awkwardly. "I was thinking—"
"He and his friend want to join us," put in Earl. "I told them that our party was complete."
"Hullo, Randy!" broke in Roland, carelessly. "You'd like us to come into your crowd, wouldn't you?"
Randy was staggered at the request, coming so unexpectedly. He glanced at Earl before replying. "No, I guess not," he said.
"Why, what's the matter with you?" cried Roland, half angrily. "We are all Maine folks, and friends ought to stick together, seems to me."
He turned to Foster Portney and introduced himself and Guardley, and stated his case, adding that he and his companion onlY wanted to join some party until Dawson City was reached. Mr. Portney listened quietly, and then turned to Captain Zoss, who stood near.
"I don't believe we want any more in our crowd, do you?"
"I reckon we've got a-plenty," was the captain's answer. "Still, if they are friends to the boys—"
