CHAPTER VI--SOLDIER BOY AND THE MEXICAN PLUG



"When did you come?"

"Arrived at sundown."

"Where from?"

"Salt Lake."

"Are you in the service?"

"No. Trade."

"Pirate trade, I reckon."

"What do you know about it?"

"I saw you when you came. I recognized your master. He is a bad
sort. Trap-robber, horse-thief, squaw-man, renegado--Hank Butters-
-I know him very well. Stole you, didn't he?"

"Well, it amounted to that."

"I thought so. Where is his pard?"