Mining & Milling Company of Arizona headed the list of the worthless concerns.
"Quick—before the man comes back, read that," said Frank, leaning over the seat in front of hinu and placing the clipping in the hands of the former.
"Hey! What"
"And then give it to him to read," added Frank with a chuckle.
"Hemlock and asparagus!" ejaculated the farmer as his glance ran over the item. "A bunko man, eh? And I was nearly gulled!"
"Well, friend," spoke the swindler suavely, returning down the aisle, "how about that little loan? You'll have to decide quick, for this is my station they're coming to."
"I see 'tis," responded the farmer, arising with a grim face that should have warned the man, who had taken him for an easy victim. "Say, you measly, flaggerbusted scrub, read that!"
The farmer did not wait to have the swindler read the newspaper item. He only thrust it near enough to his discomfited face to allow the fellow to get an inkling of its meaning. Then his sinewy hand closed on the collar of the swindler's coat.
The train was slowing up just then, and a brakeman threw open the door of the coach with the announcement:
"Jayville!"
