money diggin' fer gold. But instead o' doin' it, he would jest fool away his time gamblin' an' drinkin'. It's awful—the way some folks act."
"They won't have any easy time of it, getting back to Butte," said Dave. "Perhaps they'll meet that Sol Blugg crowd on the way."
"Oh, don't say that!" cried Roger. "Why, they might side right in with Blugg!"
"So they might," added Phil. A case of 'birds of a feather,' you know."
"And so you are the real Roger Morr," said Abe Blower, catching Roger by the shoulder and looking him squarely in the eyes. "Wall, I must say I like yer looks a heap better nor I did the bogus one!" And he chuckled, broadly.
"I am glad you do, Mr. Blower. I"
"Now, stop right thar, lad, stop right thar! Ef you're goin' to be my friend call me plain Blower, or Abe."
"As you will, Abe. I'm real glad to meet you, and I am sure we are going to get along first-rate together," said Roger, and then the pair shook hands once more.
"You must tell me all about yourself, and your friends, an' about them two skunks as was wantin' to git in ahead o' you."
"I'll do that gladly," returned the senator's son. And then all in the camp gathered around
