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Updated: June 8, 2025
"What has happened," asked the other person, and now the two Rover boys were amazed to learn that the party was Dan Baxter. The bully had changed his dress and also the style of wearing his hair, and was sporting a pair of nose glasses. "They have met the real Jack Wumble, and found out that I was fooling them about the hotel." "That's too bad," cried Dan Baxter.
In due course of time the title to the Eclipse Mine was established in law, and later on Anderson Rover sent out a body of skilled miners to work the claim for all it was worth. It proved to be as valuable as anticipated, and the Rovers were, of course, correspondingly happy. The claims staked out by Jack Wumble and by Slim Jim proved also to be good payers from the start.
"All right." The boys walked off and around the corner into the street where the cars were running. "I don't like him at all," exclaimed Dick. "I believe he is tip to some game." "Oh, you may be too suspicious," declared Sam. "What game can he be up to? He was kind enough to help us hunt up this Jack Wumble." "I don't care his manner doesn't suit me at all. He's a sneak, if ever there was one."
Looking up the mountain side they saw Arnold Baxter's savage face gazing down at them. Behind the father was his son Dan, and close by stood Roebuck. Evidently their enemies meant to fight for the possession of the mine to the bitter end. "Dick, are you badly hurt?" cried Tom. "No it's only a scratch. But it was a close call." "To cover!" came from Jack Wumble. "Quick, all of you!"
"But them as knows me well callers calls me Slim Jim, and it's good enough fer the likes o' a shadder like me, too, I calkerlate. An' who might you be?" "I am Dick Rover. I was with my two brothers and an old miner named Jack Wumble when I slipped off my horse into the river over there and nearly lost my life.
"He can't be such a terrible distance away." "I'm going to fire my pistol again," said Dick, and did, so, but no response came back and he re-loaded as crestfallen as ever. It was a clear day, but the very sun seemed a mockery as it beamed down upon them. "Supposing we separate and renew the hunt?" suggested Sam, but Wumble slowly shook his head. "None o' that, lad.
"What do you reckon I had best do next?" "Telegraph to my father at Denver you know his assumed name, and let him advise you. I suppose the boys and that Wumble will go straight through to the mining district now." "More than likely." "Then father and Roebuck will have to stop them out there, although how it's to be done I don't know."
After the meal Jack Wumble took a smoke and a ten minutes' nap, and during that time the three boys strolled off in various directions, Sam going ahead on the trail. Presently the youngest Rover had his eye arrested by a post set up in the middle of the trail. To the top of the post was tacked a sheet of white paper. "This is queer," thought Sam, and drew closer to inspect the sheet.
The officer of the law accompanied all three to the police station, and here the boys told their story, and a watch was set for Bradner and Dan Baxter. But nothing came of this, for the pair left Chicago early the next day. "We had better keep close together after this," said Jack Wumble, as he was seeing the boys back to their hotel. "I reckon you've got a mighty bad crowd to deal with."
"If we do that then how are we to find out where Arnold Baxter is, or this fellow they called Roebuck?" "But they may slip through our fingers if we don't have them locked up." The two brothers talked the matter ever, and then decided, late as it was, to call upon Jack Wumble for advice. "You can go for him," said Dick. "I'll continue to watch this place.
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