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"I put it right there," and he pointed to a spot about fifteen feet from the rear wall of the building. "I was going to burn it up first thing in the morning, that is if the young gentlemen didn't want the stuff for a bonfire at night." "But who did put the brushwood up against the garage?" demanded Senator Morr. "I'm sure I don't know," put in the chauffeur.
"Oh, I do hope we find this mine," he added, in a lower tone. "The Morr family need it." "I thought the senator was putty well fixed." "He was, but he isn't now and there is danger of his losing his office this fall. If he does lose it, and we don't find the mine, I am afraid it is going to go rather hard with the family." "I see. Well, we'll do our best nobuddy can do more."
The alarm had been given by Senator Morr, and by the chauffeur, who slept in a room of the barn next to the garage. "Oh, Roger!" gasped Phil. "That big cannon cracker!" "I was thinking of it, Phil!" returned the senator's son, hurriedly. "We must get it out somehow!" "If it goes off it will wreck the building!" "Yes, and the gasoline tank with it!"
"Did you say you was Roger Morr?" she gasped, looking at the senator's son. "Yes." "Then what brought you here lookin' fer Abe?" It was now Roger's turn to be surprised. "Why do you ask that?" he questioned. "I came because I want to have a talk with him, and maybe get him to help me look for a lost mine." "Well, I never!" gasped Mrs. Carmody, and looked more bewildered than ever. "Isn't Mr.
Morr, son o' Senator Morr an' nevvy of Maurice Harrison, an' this is his friend, Prefesser Haskers, o' the colledge Morr ust to go to. Gents, this is Mr. Thomas Dillon, a miner an' prospector, an' one o' the richest an' best men in Butte." "Ah, glad to know you, sir!" exclaimed Job Haskers, and held out his thin hand. But, somehow, Tom Dillon did not seem to see it and he merely bowed.
"I am not coming I am here!" cried a voice, and Roger stepped from the shadow of a near-by rock. The senator's son faced Link Merwell and Job Haskers, and both stared at him as if they were looking at a ghost, and backed away. "Roger Morr!" faltered Merwell. "Yes, Link. You didn't expect I'd follow you so soon, did you?" cried Roger. "Now, I've got a nice account to settle with you.
Now we haven't any outfit, so we'll have to git one right here in Butte." "We'll get whatever you say," answered Roger. "Of course, I don't want to make this too expensive," he added, thinking of something his father had told him that just at present finances in the Morr family were not at their best. "We can hire hosses I know where to git just the right animals," said Tom Dillon.
The boys had seen no tramps at all, and James said he had seen none for over a week. "I saw one day before yesterday," said the chauffeur, "but I know he left town that night I saw him board a freight train." "Well, it is strange. Keep your eyes open," said Senator Morr, and then he returned to the house, to quiet his wife and retire once more.
It ran as follows: "DEAR KATE: "You remember I tole you about Maurice Harrisons sister, who was married to a seanatour of the government. Well, his son, Roger Morr has come on to look for that lost mine wants for me to go on a hunt with him to onse so as it is good money I am going start to nite in a hour you git Nell Davis to stay with you her an Ben I wont be gone morn a weak or to.
There he made a host of friends, including Roger Morr, the son of a United States senator; Phil Lawrence, the son of a rich shipowner; Shadow Hamilton, who loved to tell stories; Buster Beggs, who was fat and jolly; Luke Watson, who was a musician of considerable skill, and many others.
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