-" began Link Merwell.

"Is the--er--the other Morr--er--coming here?" faltered Job Haskers.

"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. I want to know
what you did with my suit-case, and I want to know what you mean by
impersonating me."

"I--I----" began Merwell, and then stopped, not knowing how to proceed.

"This is--er--very unfortunate," murmured Job Haskers. He would have
retired had there been any place to retire to, which there was not.

"Say, are you Roger Morr?" gasped Abe Blower, gazing fixedly at the
senator's son.

"I am. And you are Abe Blower?"

"I sure am. But see here----"

"We'll explain everything in a few minutes, Mr. Blower. These fellows
are swindlers! They robbed me of my suit-case and then got ahead of me,
and that fellow impersonated me," and Roger pointed to Merwell. "We
hired Mr. Dillon to bring us to you--or at least he offered to come. He
knows that I am the real Roger Morr, and Maurice Harrison was my
mother's brother."

"Well, I never! But wot did they think to gain----"

"They wanted to locate the lost mine before I got here, that was their
game. What they intended to do later I don't know, but probably Job
Haskers was going to cook up some deal whereby our family could be kept
out of the property. He is a rascal----"

"See here, Morr, I won't--er--have you--ahem!--talk about me in
this----" commenced the former teacher.

"But I will talk about you!" interrupted Roger. "You are a rascal,
almost as bad as Merwell here, and you know it."

"Yes, and we know it, don't we, Phil?" cried another voice, and Dave and
Phil stepped into view.

"Porter--and Lawrence!" faltered the former teacher of Oak Hall, and he
looked almost ready to drop. "I--I----" He did not know how to finish.

"Say, I want to git the straight o' this!" burst out Abe Blower.

"This young man is givin' it to you straight, Abe," replied Tom Dillon,
pointing to Roger. "And these are his friends--all true blue to the
core. These other fellers are first-class swindlers. They took you in
good an' proper."

"If they did, they shall suffer fer it!" roared the other mi