he
money he gets out of this mine! I've said it, and I'll pledge
myself to back it up."

"And you've made that threat before witnesses, also, Gage. Remember
that," Tom advised sternly.

"And all the time you're chinning, Dolph," broke in Josh, "Jim
Ferrers is riding hard for Dugout City to file the new claim entry!"

"If he is, something may happen to him on the way!" raged Dolph,
wheeling about like a flash. His saddle horse, ready for action,
stood tied to a tree near by. Gage leaped into his saddle after
he had freed the horse.

"Boss, he's going after Ferrers, to do him harm on the road,"
hoarsely whispered one of Tom's new miners. "Are you going to
let the scoundrel start?"

"Yes," nodded Tom coolly, "at Ferrers's special request. He didn't
want Gage stopped from trying to overtake him."

Gage was now galloping away.

"You've seen the last of Ferrers," jeered Josh, after Gage had
vanished in the distance.

"Perhaps we've seen the last of one of the men," replied Reade
coldly.

CHAPTER XIII

JIM TRIES THE NEW WAY

"I've attended to the firm's business," exclaimed Jim Ferrers,
wrathfully, on his return to camp. "I filed the papers at Dugout
City, and the claim now stands in my name, though it belongs to
the firm. And now, having attended to the firm's business, I'm
going out to settle some of my own."

"What business is that!" Tom inquired over the supper table.

It was three days after the morning on which Ferrers had ridden
away.

"That mongrel dog, Dolph Gage, took a shot at me this afternoon!"
Ferrers exploded wrathfully. "I'd ought to have gotten him years
ago. Now I'm going to drop all other business and find the fellow."

"What for?" Tom inquired innocently.

"What for?" echoed Jim, then added, ironically: "Why, I want to do
the hyena a favor, of course."

"If you go out to look for him, you're not going armed, are you?"
Reade pursued.

"Armed?" repeated Ferrers, with withering sarcasm. "Oh, no, of
course not. I'm going to ride up to him with my hands high in
the air and let him take a shot at me."

"Jim," drawled Tom, "I'm afraid there's blood in your eye---and not
your own blood, either."

"Didn't that fellow kill my brother in a brawl?" demanded Ferrers.
"Hasn't he pot-shotted at me? And didn't he do it again this
afternoon?"

"Why didn't the law take up Gage's case when your brother was
killed?" Tom inquired.

"Well, you see, Mr. Reade," Ferrers admitt