ation was made, but it was sufficient to prove to the old
prospectors that the lads had really rediscovered the lost Landslide
Mine. Then the old miners put up the proper stakes, as a new claim for
Mrs. Morr.

In the meantime, Larry Jaley had been given some stores and told to go
about his business. Abe Blower had directed him to a trail to the
southward. This was a long way around, but the trail seemed to be
perfectly safe, and Jaley was only too glad to take to it. It was the
last the boys saw of the man.

"And now to get back to town and establish this claim," said Roger, some
time later. "Won't my folks be pleased!" And his face showed his
satisfaction.

"And then to get to Yellowstone Park for a good time!" returned Dave.
"We'll have to wire the folks that we are coming."

The journey down the mountainside was by no means easy, and it took the
party two days to get to a point where traveling on horseback was safe.
When they came down they kept their eyes open for some sign of Merwell,
Haskers, and Blugg, but all they found was a portion of the latter's
camping outfit and the body of one of their horses.

"Poor chaps! They must be buried under tons and tons of earth and
rocks!" murmured Dave.

"It certainly looks like it," answered Phil.

"What a fearful end!" said Roger, with a shudder.

The coming of our friends into Black Cat Camp created quite a stir, and
many wanted to learn the particulars of the landslide. These were told
in detail, but not a word was said about relocating the lost mine.

"The news will leak out soon enough," said Tom Dillon. "We want the
cream of the chanct up there." It may be as well to state that he had
located a claim for himself on one side of the Morr claim, and Abe
Blower had located a claim on the other side.

As soon as the boys got back to Butte the claims were properly filed,
and the lads lost no time in sending off half a dozen telegrams and
letters. Then they took a good wash and changed their rough mining
clothing for more presentable suits.

"And now for a first-class, six-course dinner!" cried Phil. "I say,
doesn't it feel good to get back to civilization again!"

"It certainly does," answered Dave. "But I'll feel more at home when we
join the folks in the Park."

"Huh! you're thinking of Jessie!" cried the shipowner's son, slyly, and
at this "knock" Dave blushed deeply.

The boys had hardly eaten their dinner when there came a telegram from
Senator Morr.