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That satchel has their plunder in it. They robbed a friend of mine." "This suits me then, friend. We'll round 'em up in short order." By this time Caven and Malone had gained the woods. Looking back they saw Joe coming behind, accompanied by the westerner. "He's after us, and he has got somebody to help him," ejaculated Malone. "Well, I reckon we can run as fast as they can," answered Gaff Caven.
They continued to run, but before they could get anywhere near the tracks they saw Caven leap for the train and get between two of the cars. Then Malone got aboard also, and the freight train passed out of sight through the cut. "That ends the chase," said Joe, halting. "They were slick to get away." "If we only knew where they would get off we could send word ahead," suggested his companion.
The plan was to buy the shares and then sell them to another party a broker at a big advance in price." "That was simple enough," put in Andrew Mallison. "Caven took me to see a man who called himself a broker. He had an elegant office and looked prosperous. He told us he would be glad to buy certain mining shares at a certain figure if he could get them in the near future.
"You can see it in his eyes." "I don't like the looks of that Jim Caven," returned Tom. "He looks like a worse sneak than Mumps ever was." "I agree there. Perhaps we had better keep, our eyes open for him."
"Don't shoot me!" roared Pat Malone. "Please don't! I'll come down!" "Well, you come down first. Caven, you stay up there for the present." After this there was a pause, and presently Pat Malone came down out of the tree looking sheepish enough. "Up with your hands!" cried Bill Badger, and confronted by the firearms the hands of the rascal went up in a hurry.
"Don't you know we are miles away from any town?" "I don't care. Give up the satchel, or I'll call the train hands." "I'll give up nothing, boy! Stand out of my way!" Gaff Caven gave Joe a violent shove which sent our hero up against a seat. Then he turned and ran from the car, with Pat Malone ahead of him. "Stop them!" cried Joe, as soon as he could recover. "Stop the thieves!"
"That was surely a nice proposition," said Joe, with a smile. "I agreed to go into the scheme if it was all plain sailing and then this Caven gave me some of the details. He said there was a demand for a certain kind of mining shares. He knew an old miner who was sick and who was willing to sell the shares he possessed for a reasonable sum of money.
I'm glad I won't have to wait for you." "I'm afraid you won't be able to get a room, Mr. Vane. But you can have mine." "I telegraphed ahead for a room, Joe." "Do you know that your enemies are here?" went on our hero. "My enemies?" "Gaff Caven and Pat Malone. But they are traveling under other names." "Have they seen you?" "I think not, sir." Mr.
He was compelled to turn around, and his hands were also tied behind him. "Now I want those mining shares, Caven," said Joe. "I haven't got them." "Where is the satchel?" "I threw it away when you started after me." "Down at the railroad tracks?" "Yes." "Don't you believe that," broke in Bill Badger. "At least, not unless he emptied the satchel first." "Show me the way you came," said Joe.
His eyes was wot got me never saw sech unsteady ones afore in my life." "Yes, those eyes put me down on Caven the minute I saw him," answered Tom. "More than half of the boys at the Hall have put him down as a first-class sneak, although we can't exactly tell why." "See here," said Dick. "I think it would be best if Mr.
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