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He worked his way over and soon had the satchel in his possession. "How are you making out?" called up Bill Badger. "I've got it!" shouted our hero, joyfully. "Got the papers?" "Yes, everything," said Joe, after a hasty examination. "Hang the luck!" muttered Gaff Caven, much chagrined. Our hero was soon on the ground once more. Here he examined the contents of the satchel with care.
He said a client was red-hot after the shares. I questioned him closely and he appeared to be a truthful man. He said some folks wanted to buy out the mine and consolidate it with another mine close by." "And then you came here and bought the stock of Malone?" queried Joe. "Yes. Caven made me promise to give him half the profits and I agreed.
"T'ank yo' fo' dat, Master Rober I'se glad to see dat I'se got one friend " "Three friends, Aleck we all stood up for you," interrupted Tom. "T'ank yo', t'ank yo'!" "And we discovered who the real thief was," added Sam. "Wot, yo' dun found, dat out!" burst out Pop. "An' who was de black-hearted rascal?" "Jim Caven." "Dat cadet wot tried to be funny wid me an' I had to show him his place?
Although Maurice Vane and Joe did not know it, both were shadowed by Caven and Malone. The two rascals had disguised themselves by donning false beards and putting on spectacles. "They leave in the morning," said Caven. "Malone, we must get tickets for the same train, and, if possible, the same sleeping car." "It's dangerous work," grumbled Pat Malone.
They bowled along at a rapid gait, the horses having more speed in them than their appearance indicated. They were just turning into the road leading to Putnam Hall grounds when Dick espied several cadets approaching, bound for the lake shore. "Here come Caven, Willets, and several others!" he cried. "Mr. Dickerson, do you recognize any of those boys?"
The train was only half full and for the time being Caven and Malone kept themselves either in the smoking compartment or in the dining car. It was dark when they took their seats, and soon the porter came through to make up the berths for the night. "I must confess I am rather sleepy," said Maurice Vane. "So am I," returned our hero.
"It was not my plan," said he. "Gaff Caven got the mining shares and he arranged the whole thing." "Where did you get the shares steal them?" demanded Maurice Vane, sharply. "No, we didn't steal them. We bought them from an old miner for fifty dollars. The miner is dead now." "Can you prove this?" "Yes." "Then do so." "Why?" "I don't care to answer that question.
A moment later Gaff Caven stepped up to the desk. "I want a couple of tickets to Golden Pass, too," he said, carelessly. "Yes, sir." "Let me see, what sleeper did that other gentleman take?" "Number 2, sir berths 7 and 8." "Then give me 9 and 10 or 5 and 6," went on Caven. "9 and 10 here you are, sir," said the clerk, and made out the berth checks.
To this remark and request there was no reply. "If you don't come down we may begin to fire at you," went on our hero. "Oh, say, do you think he'll shoot?" whispered Malone, in sudden alarm. "No; shut up!" returned Caven. "Are you coming down or not?" went on Joe. Still there was no reply. "I'll give 'em a shot to warn 'em," said Bill Badger, and fired into the air at random.
"I don't think I care to," answered that rascal, coolly. "If you don't come down I'll come up after you with my pistol," broke in Bill Badger. "Maybe I can do a little shooting myself," went on Gaff Caven. "I'll risk that." More words followed, but in the end Caven thought it best to descend and did so. Yet his face still wore a look of defiance.
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