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Why er no," answered the imposter, and then turned suddenly pale. "Why er do you ask that question?" he faltered. "I met another young fellow in Butte named Morr." "I I don't know him." "He was with two other young fellows named Porter and Lawrence." At this unexpected announcement Link Merwell's face grew paler than ever. Job Haskers, too, showed that he was much disturbed.
Link and I went to Oak Hall together." "Ah, I see!" Mr. Merwell drew a long breath and nodded his head knowingly. "Dave Porter, you said. And who are these young men?" "My school chums, Roger Morr and Phil Lawrence." "Indeed! Then you are the young men who caused my son so much trouble caused him to be sent away, in fact," continued Mr. Merwell, and he glared hatefully at the three lads.
"What are you talking about?" asked Senator Morr, and when he had been told he shook his head and smiled, grimly. "Well, I'm glad it didn't go off in the garage," he said. "But after this you must keep your explosives in a safer place. Jake, James, bring some buckets of water and put out that fire from the explosion. It isn't much, but we want no more sparks flying around here."
And then they continued to talk, while Staver dressed his wounded hand, which, fortunately for him, was not very badly hurt. Link Merwell caught Job Haskers by the arm and pulled him back. "I've got an idea!" he whispered, his eyes brightening with sudden expectation. "Why can't we join these men and go after the Morr crowd with them? It will give us a chance to get back at those fellows."
"Huh! you're thinking of Jessie!" cried the shipowner's son, slyly, and at this "knock" Dave blushed deeply. The boys had hardly eaten their dinner when there came a telegram from Senator Morr. "Listen to this, boys!" cried Roger, and read the following: "Good news received and we are much delighted. You boys are certainly wonders. Will await letter with interest."
If we could relocate the mine I think we could make our claim to it good at the land office." "Let us try it!" cried Merwell, eagerly. "We have as much chance to do it as the Morr crowd." "But he has that map, and the directions." "We overheard all their talk, so I know as much as Roger Morr does. As for Blower and Dillon, they don't know this district any better than you men do, do they?"
Then they rolled over and, with their hands on their weapons, watched the approach of the others. At last Merwell and Haskers were within fifty feet of those around the dying campfire. They had been talking in a low voice, but now both were silent, as if this had been agreed upon. Merwell was slightly in advance and he pointed to the outfit of the Morr crowd.
"The news will leak out soon enough," said Tom Dillon. "We want the cream of the chanct up there." It may be as well to state that he had located a claim for himself on one side of the Morr claim, and Abe Blower had located a claim on the other side. As soon as the boys got back to Butte the claims were properly filed, and the lads lost no time in sending off half a dozen telegrams and letters.
"Shadow Hamilton for one, and perhaps Buster Beggs and Luke Watson. I asked some of the other fellows, but they had other engagements. Old John went down to the post-office for letters a while ago. Maybe he'll bring news." "Here he comes now," cried Dave, as he saw a colored man-of-all-work coming along the road that ran in front of the Morr estate. "And he's got a bundle of letters."
At last came the time when Dave must leave the Morr home and return to Crumville. He was going alone, but he promised to keep in constant communication with the others. "I wish I was going on that western trip," said Shadow, wistfully. "You'll have barrels of fun, and if you do locate that Landslide Mine well, it will be a big feather in your cap." "I'd like to go, too," said Buster.
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