like this, I'll take the law into my own hands. Clear out, now!"
"You wait! I'll get even with you," muttered the bully, as he fled down the front walk, as though afraid Tom would, even then, put his threat into execution.
"Did he damage the map any?" asked the lad, as he followed his father and Abe into the house.
"Nary a bit," answered the old miner. "It's jest th' same as it was. There it is," and he spread a crinkled sheet of tough parchment in front of Tom. It was covered with a rude drawing, and with names of places scrawled on it.
"So that's the map, eh?" murmured Tom, eagerly scanning it.
"That's it, an' here's th' valley of gold," went on Abe, as he placed one rough finger on a certain spot. "Right there—hello!" he cried, as he peered more closely at the parchment. "That ink spot wasn't there when I had th' map, a few hours ago."
"What ink spot?" asked Tom, anxiously
"That one," and the miner indicated a small one near the edge of the map. "That was never there!"
"It looks as if it was recently made," added Mr. Swift, who was something of a chemist.
