third man
is, and have him pinched, too. That will clear the atmosphere a
little."

"I have an idea," Nestor said, "that this Felix went to New York on
purpose to get the mine paper, or a copy of it. He probably had a
description of his own, which would not take him to the mine, and went
to the Cameron building hoping that he could get the one in the estate
papers, and that the two of them, his own and the other, would enable
him to reach his goal." "I reckon you have that right," Frank said,
"and he got Scoby to work with him."

"I'm going to let him go ahead with his search," the patrol leader
said. "He may show the way to the mine. Anyway, it is a chance worth
taking. Otherwise, I might, as you advise, arrest him and the watchman
with him. But here, again, this third suspect intervenes."

"You appear to think a lot of this third man," grinned Frank.

"Naturally," Nestor replied, "since he is the man who brought me to
Mexico."

"You're getting to be a puzzle," exclaimed Frank. "I thought the
safety of Fremont was the main thing, with the mine a close second."

"I might have hidden Fremont in New York, and the mine matter could
have waited."

"Is this Don Miguel here?"

"He is expected here. I came down to meet him."

"Hope you'll know him when he comes."

"There will be no trouble about that," was the reply. "I know about
how the fellow looks. And I rather think he will recognize me."

"He may see you first," suggested Frank.

"If he does, I probably won't see him at all. Well, I must take
chances on that. I thought this might be his camp when I came down
here."

"What is he coming here for?"

"To kick up a row."

"And is he going to succeed in doing it?"

"That is more than I can say at present."

"I wish you wouldn't be so mysterious," cried the boy. "You've told me
all about the other two, why not tell me about this one?"

"There are international reasons," was the grave reply.

"Oh!" exclaimed Frank. "That's why you're hand-in-glove with the army,
and why you're in the code row. Say, but you've told me all about how
the others were identified as having been in the Cameron suite, now
tell me something about this Don Miguel, if you can. Has he got a
short leg, or a withered hand, or a long shoe heel? Go on and tell me
how he looks and acts, if you can."

"Well, he's a dusky, slender fellow," Nestor laughed, "and shows
culture and education. He dined at a lobster pala