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But the strong wind had died down somewhat, so by remaining close to some overhanging rocks they were more or less protected from the elements. But they could not lie down, and sleep was out of the question. "Dave, do you think Merwell and Haskers went back to Butte?" asked the senator's son, as the three boys sat close together under a big rock. "I am sure I don't know, Roger.
But they had departed for the East with the others on the personally-conducted tour. "You'll have to tell us the whole story from beginning to end," said Laura to her brother. "Jessie and Belle and I are just dying to hear every word of it." "Poor Link Merwell!" sighed Belle Endicott. "I feel sorry for his folks!" "Yes, what a fearful ending for Merwell and for Haskers, too!" murmured Laura.
"That we don't know," answered Phil. "But we are hoping they are safe." "By the way, did you see Merwell and Haskers?" cried Dave, suddenly. "Why, no not since they ran away from our camp," returned Roger. "I saw them just before I found this opening. They were below me, the two of them and Sol Blugg." "Maybe they got caught," muttered Phil.
"Do you mean to say you have been handling stocks for the past fifteen years?" questioned Mr. Fordham, slowly. "Exactly, sir ever since I gave up my position as cashier of a Boston bank," returned Job Haskers, smoothly. "And now, to get down to business, as my time is somewhat limited. I suppose you are ready to subscribe for that stock?"
Haskers wanted the deal closed at once. But now I won't sign for the stock. I'll wait. My son will be here day after to-morrow at the latest, and he can look into the matter for me. And I am very much obliged to you all for this warning. I think " At that moment came a knock on the door, which had been closed. A bell-boy was there with a card, which he handed to Mr. Fordham. "Bless me!
Now, as he pushed his way to his seat, his face showed unusual excitement. "Guess whom I saw!" he gasped, as he sat down. "Who was it?" demanded his chums, quickly. "Job Haskers." "Never!" cried Roger. "What is he doing here?" demanded Dave. "I saw him for only a moment," explained the shipowner's son. "He was right in the crowd and I couldn't follow him."
Fordham probably thought it strange that you could be dealing in stocks and teaching school at the same time," answered Bert's father, dryly. At this announcement Job Haskers' jaw dropped. "I I don't understand you," he stammered. "Well, you will understand in a minute," returned the rug dealer, blandly. He raised his voice. "Boys, I guess you had better come in now!"
Fordham, but my chums and I here felt it our duty to tell you about that man." "We don't want to do him any harm, if he is trying to earn an honest living," put in Roger, "but we want you to be on your guard in any dealings you may have with him." "Why, what do you young men know of Mr. Haskers?" demanded the old gentleman, in increasing wonder.
You should not be afraid to say to his face what you have said behind his back." Dave looked around the apartment. A bathroom was handy, the door standing ajar. "Supposing we step in there for a few minutes, while you and Mr. Passmore meet Mr. Haskers," he cried. "We'll come out when you say so." "A clever idea!" cried the rug dealer. "Maybe we'll be able to catch him in a trap!" "Mr.
In an alcove two men had just seated themselves, one an elderly person who seemed somewhat feeble, and the other a tall, sharp-faced individual who eyed his companion in a shrewd, speculative manner. "That's Job Haskers, sure enough," murmured Roger, as Dave pointed to the sharp-faced man. "Wonder what he is doing here?" "Well, he has a right to be here, if he wishes," returned Dave.
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