y left he arose, dressed himself, and drove
away."

"Where did he go to?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know what became of the other two men?"

"I do not. But what's up? Is there anything wrong?" questioned the hotel
proprietor, with a look of concern on his face.

"I am afraid there is," answered Joe, and told his tale from beginning
to end.

"That's an odd sort of a yarn, Joe. It's queer you didn't recognize the
men before.

"It is queer, sir, but I can't help that. It flashed over me just as I
looked into the window of the old lodge."

"You haven't made any mistake?"

"No, sir."

"Humph!" Andrew Mallison mused for a moment. "I don't really see what I
can do in the matter. We can't prove that those men are wrongdoers, can
we?"

"Not unless they tried some game on this Mr. Maurice Vane."

"They may have sold him some worthless mining shares. That sort of a
trick is rather old."

"I think we ought to make a search for this David Ball, or Malone, or
whatever his name is."

"I'm willing to do that."

After questioning half a dozen people they learned that the pretended
sick man had driven off in the direction of a village called Hopedale.

"What made him go there, do you think?" questioned Joe.

"I don't know, excepting that he thought of getting a train on the other
line."

A horse and buggy were procured, and in this Mr. Mallison and our hero
drove over to Hopedale. They were still on the outskirts of the village
when they heard a locomotive whistle.

"There's the afternoon train now!" cried Joe. "Perhaps it's the one he
wants to catch."

The horse was touched up and the buggy drove up to the railroad platform
at breakneck speed. But the train was gone and all they could see of it
was the last car as it swung around one of the mountain bends.

"Too late, Mr. Mallison!" sang out the station master. "If I had known
ye was comin' I might have held her up a bit."

"I didn't want the train, Jackson. Who got on board?"

"Two ladies, a man and a boy--Dick Fadder."

"Did you know the man?"

"No."

"What did he have with him?"

"A dress suit case."

"Was he dressed in a dark blue suit and wear a slouch hat?" asked Joe.

"Yes, and had a light overcoat with him."

"That was our man."

"Anything wrong with him?" asked the station master.

"Perhaps," answered the hotel proprietor. "Anyway, we wanted to see him.
Did he buy a ticket?"

"Yes, to Snagtown."

"What can he want in Snagtown?" a