"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
