"To settle up the estate, I reckon."
"In a way, yes. I suppose you have heard about that lost mine?"
"What, the Landslide? Sure. An' she's gone fer good, lad; don't bank on ever findin it' ag'in, for if you do, well, I think ye'll be disapp'inted." And Tom Dillon shook his head slowly.
"You really think it can't be found?" asked Dave.
"I ain't sayin' that. But chances are all ag'in it. Whar that mine was located, the big landslide changed the hull face o' nature, an' all kinds o' landmarks have been teetotally lost."
"Well, I am going to do what I can," put in Roger. "And my two chums are going to help me. But I was going to ask you a question. The clerk suggested that we ask you. Do you know an old miner named Abe Blower?"
"Sure."
"Can you tell me where he is now?"
"He lives with an old lady named Carmody, on the other side o' town. She is some kind o' a relative of his, and came on from the South to keep house fer him. But he ain't home much. He spends most of his time prospectin'. Seems like he can't give it up."
"I wish you'd give me his address," said the senator's son, and, having received it, put it down in a note-book.
