"Blower here says he will do what he can to discover it," broke in Job Haskers. "He has a great reputation as a prospector." "I will surely do my best for Maurice Harrison's nevvy," said Abe Blower. "Maurice Harrison was mighty good to me, an' I ain't the one to forgit that." "Have you a brother?" asked Tom Dillon, turning again to Merwell. "A brother? Why--er--no," answered the imposter, and then turned suddenly pale. "Why--er--do you ask that question?" he faltered. "I met another young fellow in Butte named Morr." "I--I don't know him." "He was with two other young fellows named Porter and Lawrence." At this unexpected announcement Link Merwell's face grew paler than ever. Job Haskers, too, showed that he was much disturbed. "Did this--this Morr say where he was from, or where he was going?" asked the former teacher of Oak Hall. "Oh, the whole crowd was from the East. I reckon they are coming up here," answered Tom Dillon, dryly. "They want to find you, Abe," he added, with a wink at the other miner. "Me? What fer?" "They want you to locate this same Landslide Mine for them." "The same mine? Say, Tom, what are you drivin' at?" demanded Abe Blower, in astonishment. "What I'm drivin' at is just this, Abe," answered Tom Dillon, and his voice grew suddenly stern. "This ain't Roger Morr at all. The real fellow you ain't met yet. This chap is a fraud!" "Say--look here----" began Link Merwell. "Is the--er--the other Morr--er--coming here?" faltered Job Haskers. "I am not coming--I am here!" cried a voice, and Roger stepped from the shadow of a near-by rock. The senator's son faced Link Merwell and Job Haskers, and both stared at him as if they were looking at a ghost, and backed away. "Roger Morr!" faltered Merwell. "Yes, Link. You didn't expect I'd follow you so soon, did you?" cried Roger. "Now, I've got a nice account to settle with you. I want to know what you did with my suit-case, and I want to know what you mean by impersonating me." "I--I----" began Merwell, and then stopped, not knowing how to proceed. "This is--er--very unfortunate," murmured Job Haskers. He would have retired had there been any place to retire to, which there was not. "Say, are you Roger Morr?" gasped Abe Blower, gazing fixedly at the senator's son. "I am. And you are Abe Blower?" "I sure am. But see here----" "We'll explain everything in a few minutes, Mr. Blower. These fellows are swindlers! They robbed me of my suit-case and then got ahead of me, and that fellow impersonated me," and Roger pointed to Merwell. "We hired Mr. Dillon to bring us to you--or at least he offered to come. He knows that I am the real Roger Morr, and Maurice Harrison was my mother's brother." "Well, I never! But wot did they think to gain----"