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 miner. "Do you know, I kinder suspected somethin' was wrong. They didn't act as open as honest folks should. An' they was in an all-fired hurry to git away from Butte and from Black Cat Camp."
"Because they knew we were following them," explained Dave. "Link, I guess you had better admit that the game is up," he went on, turning to his former schoolmate.
"Is it up?" sneered Link Merwell. "Well, I don't know, Dave Porter. We have as much right to hunt for that lost mine as you have."
"Oh, so that's the game, eh?" burst out Roger.
"You had no right to impersonate Roger," asserted our hero. "He can have you arrested for that."
"Huh, that was—er—only done for—er—fun," faltered Link Merwell. "And as for your old suit-case, it's on check at the Glenrose Hotel in Butte, and there's the check for it," and he drew the brass disc from his pocket and passed it over to the senator's son.
"Why did you take my suit-case?"
"Oh, for fun."
"He took it thinking he was going to get your map!" cried Dave. "Link, what makes you act
