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"Worse than that, Merwell. I was trapped, and I had all I could do to get away." "What do you mean?" "Do you know who was there, with that old man, when I went to see him?" "I have no idea." "Three of the boys you hate Porter, Morr, and Lawrence." Merwell started back in consternation. "You don't mean it you are fooling!" "It's the truth. They were there and ready to have me arrested, I suppose.
"Was one of the strangers an elderly man and the other a young fellow like ourselves?" asked Roger. "Yes, a tall, thin man. The young feller called him Haskers, I think." "What name did the young man go by?" asked Dave. "Morse, I think or something like that." "Morr?" put in Phil. "Yes, I reckon that was it. Then you know 'em?" questioned the storekeeper, with interest.
"No, I'll be all right in a minute. But this beats all, it sure does!" replied the old lady. "Abe wrote that he was going off with a Roger Morr to look for a lost mine, and here you are lookin' for Abe. It sure is a puzzle." "He wrote that he was going off with me?" ejaculated the senator's son. "He said Roger Morr. If that's your handle " "It certainly is."
"That's the letter Abe sent me yesterday," announced Mrs. Carmody. "You see he says Roger Morr, the son of the senator. If that's you, what does it mean?" and she looked at Roger. "I'll tell you what it means," answered Dave. "It means that somebody else has pretended he is Roger here an enemy who wants to locate the lost mine first, if he can." "O dear! Did you ever hear the like!
Roger took the slip and read it, with Dave and Phil looking over his shoulders. The sheet read as follows: "Porter, Car Medora: Deliver to bearer my suit-case. Roger A. Morr." "This is a forgery I never wrote it!" cried the senator's son. "It's some swindler's trick!" "I I didn't know you didn't write it," faltered the porter.
As they rolled up the driveway a surprise awaited them. "Look who's here!" exclaimed Dave. "Hello there, Luke!" "Hello yourself," answered Luke Watson, with a broad grin. "I thought you chaps would be along soon." "And Shadow!" cried Roger, as another form came into view, from the Morr piazza. "This is a surprise! I didn't expect to see you quite so soon."
"I'll take the little four-passenger car," said Roger. "No use in having the big car for only three." "Boys, Roger tells me you think of going West," remarked Senator Morr, who stood near. He was a big man, with a round, florid face and a heavy but pleasant voice. "Think of trying to locate that lost mine! Is there anything you lads wouldn't try to do?"
From the railroad station the boys went to the hotel, and then walked along the country road leading to the Morr place. Presently they met a man driving a milk wagon. "Say, you had a fire last night, didn't you?" asked the driver of Roger, as he reined up. "Yes, Mr. Platt," answered the senator's son. "But it didn't amount to anything."
"Sure, I know most of the old-timers!" he exclaimed, genially, in reply to Roger's question. "Who are you looking for?" "Let me introduce myself first," said Roger. He gave his name and also those of his chums. "I am the nephew of the late Maurice Harrison, of this place." "You don't tell me! Maurice's nevvy, eh? Then you must be the son o' Senator Morr, o' the East?" "Yes." "Glad to know ye!
Then they spent part of the evening in writing letters to the folks in Yellowstone Park and at home. Only one letter came in for them one from Senator Morr to his son and this made Roger look very sober. "No bad news, I hope," said Dave, kindly. "It's about dad's private affairs," was the reply. "Things have taken something of a turn for the worse financially." Roger gave a sigh.
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