"We've got good news!" cried Roger. "We have relocated the lost mine! Dave did it!" "You and Phil did it, too," said our hero, modestly. "Wot! Have ye located the Landslide Mine?" roared Abe Blower. "We sure have," returned Phil. "Look here!" And he brought out some of the nuggets he carried. And then Roger and Dave did the same. "This is grand!" exclaimed Tom Dillon. "Nuggets, an' pretty big ones, too. But how do you know it's the mine?" "We found some landmarks," answered Roger. "And my uncle's coat and a note-book----" "And his pick, crowbar, and lantern," added Dave. And then the three boys told their story in detail. "It must be the lost mine," said Abe Blower. "An' if it is, I congratulate ye!" And he shook hands all around. "Tom, they got ahead o' us," he added, with a grin. "So they did," was the answer. "Well, I'd rather have it that way than have those other fellers locate the mine. By the way, I wonder how they fared in the landslide?" the old miner continued. "Three of them, Merwell, Haskers, and Blugg, were below me," answered Dave. "They were over yonder," and he pointed with his hand. "Wot! Down on thet ledge?" cried Abe Blower. "Yes." "Humph! Then I reckon it's all up with 'em," went on the old miner. "What do you mean?" asked Roger. "I mean it's likely they was wiped out," was the reply. "When the fust quake an' slide came I was lookin' down towards thet ledge. I saw some heavy rocks go down, and a big mass o' dirt, too, an' the ledge was buried out o' sight. If they was down thar, it's more'n likely they was buried alive!" "Oh, I'd hate to think that!" cried Dave, with a shudder. "Do you think the landslide is at an end?" asked Phil, anxiously. "There is no tellin' about that, lad. We'll go up on the mountain, and to the safest place we can find, and then wait," said Tom Dillon. This was done, and an hour later, worn out completely, all sat down to rest and to partake of lunch. They could look far along the mountainside and see just where the avalanche of rocks and dirt had swept downward, a portion halting here and there, and the remainder going clear to the valley far below. They had been resting about an hour when they saw a figure approaching on foot. It was a man, hatless, and with half his clothes torn from his back. As he came closer they recognized Larry Jaley. "Jaley, where are you going?" demanded Tom Dillon. At the sound of the miner's voice the man halted and then threw up his hands. Then he staggered forward once more. "Save me!" he yelled, wildly. "Save me! Don't shoot me! Save me from the landslide!" And then stumbling, he fell at the feet of Dave and his friends. "Are you alone?" asked Abe Blower. "Ye--yes! Save me! Oh, save me!" whined Jaley, and he turned a face full of fear on those before him. "Where are Merwell and Haskers and Blugg?" asked Dave.