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Ye deserve to be shot full o' holes!" he went on, for he had lived in the times when the stealing of a horse, or of a miner's food, was considered by everybody a capital offense. "I I beg of you, have mercy!" cried Job Haskers, as he got unsteadily to his feet. "I I this was not my plan at all Merwell suggested it. We we were not going to er to steal anything." "No?
From behind the ruins of the stone house a man appeared, with a soft hat drawn well down over his forehead. The man was Job Haskers. "Back again, eh?" snapped the former teacher of Oak Hall. "Did you do it?" he questioned, curiously. "No, I didn't get the chance," answered Link Merwell. He sank on a log and fanned himself with his hat. "Humph! Better let it go then.
Fordham what you know about this man Haskers." "I'd hate to get into a row " commenced Roger. "I wouldn't not if I was going to save that old gentleman's money for him," interrupted Dave. "Job Haskers sha'n't pull the wool over anybody's eyes if I can prevent it!" "Oh, I am with you there, Dave!" cried the senator's son, quickly. "I was thinking that perhaps we would warn this Mr.
"If he had a fair sort of a proposition I think he would have stayed." "I think so myself," added Mr. Passmore. "Just the same, supposing I look into this Sunset Company for you?" "As you please, Mr. Passmore. But I doubt if I care to invest after what I have heard and seen of this fellow, Haskers," answered the old gentleman.
After that the talk became general, Dave learning more concerning the tour and who from Crumville and vicinity had signed to go, and the others asking for the details concerning the mine, and about the doings of Job Haskers and Link Merwell. "You steer clear of that rascally teacher and young Merwell," advised Dave's father. "They are a bad lot." "I'll steer clear if I can," answered Dave.
And then he had described the fellow called Jackson Smith, and Dave and his chums had felt assured that it was Link Merwell under an assumed name. Finally a visit had been paid to the rooms Haskers and Merwell had occupied, and both had been found vacated, with the keys sticking in the locks. "And neither of 'em stopped to pay his bill," the clerk had told them, mournfully.
The youth who had been mixed up in the robbery of the jewelry works grabbed the former teacher by the arm. "We can't stay here at least I can't!" he whispered, hoarsely. "I am going to dust!" And out of the reading-room he glided, and Job Haskers followed him. "Where shall we go?" asked the former teacher, his shaking voice showing how much he was disturbed.
Then wot was ye goin' ter do?" demanded Abe Blower, sarcastically. "We were er only going to hide the stuff," stammered Link Merwell, and he glared at Job Haskers savagely for having tried to place the responsibility of the raid on his shoulders. "I don't believe a word of it!" came sternly from Tom Dillon.
"We'll take turns at guarding the camp," said Tom Dillon. "Two hours each every night after this;" and so it was arranged. Now that he was sure he was not to be shot, Job Haskers was very indignant over being bound. "It isn't a bit gentlemanly," he said, to Dave. "We won't argue the point," returned our hero, briefly.
"Link Merwell!" gasped Phil. "And see, that Sol Blugg is with him!" "And here comes Job Haskers and the man called Larry Jaley!" said Dave, in reply. "Wonder where that other fellow, Staver, is?" murmured Roger. "Maybe he was too badly hurt to come with them and had to go back," returned Dave. "Say, I don't see much use of coming along this trail," called out Link Merwell, to those with him.
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