"You're interested in that, Ruth!" exclaimed Helen.
"What d'you know about Tintacker, Miss?" asked Old Bill, curiously.
"Tintacker is a silver mine, isn't it?" asked Ruth, in return.
"Tintacker used to be a right smart camp some years ago. Some likely silver claims was staked out 'round there. But they petered out, and ain't nobody raked over the old dumps, even, but some Chinamen, for ten year."
"But was there a particular mine called 'Tintacker'?" asked Ruth.
"Sure there was. First claim staked out. And it was a good one—for a while. But there ain't nothin' there now."
"You say this stranger hangs about there?" queried Tom, likewise interested.
"He won't for long if my boys find him arter this," growled Hicks. "They'll come purty close to running him out o' this neck o' woods—you hear me!"
This conversation made Ruth even more intent upon solving the mystery of the Tintacker Mine, and her desire to see this strange "tenderfoot" who hung about the old mining claims increased. But she said nothing more at that time regarding the matter.
