"Where are you going?" he yelled but they left him by the road without even a curse for an answer. Well, he knew then; they were going to Final, and Murray had fooled him again. Denver had suspected from the first that Murray's shutdown was a ruse, to shake down the public for their stock; and now he knew it, and that if his mine was jumped again it would be held against all comers. Another automobile whirled by; and then came men that he knew, the miners who owned claims in the district. "What's the matter?" he called but they would not stop to talk, simply shouted and beckoned him on. Denver started, right then, without stopping for breakfast or to pick up his hobo's pack; and soon he caught a ride with a party of prospectors whose claims he had once freed from jumpers. "It's a big strike!" they clamored, hauling him in and rushing on. "Old Murray struck copper in his tunnel! _Rich?_ Hell, yes!" And they gave him all the details as the machine lurched along up the road. Murray had struck another ore-body, entirely different from the first one--the copper had come out the drill-holes like pure metal--and then he had shut down and rushed the machine-men away before they could tell of the strike. But they had got loose down in Moroni and showed the drill-dust and every man that saw it had piled into his machine and joined the rush for Murray's. "Jumped again!" muttered Denver and when he arrived in Pinal he found his mine swarming with men. They had built a barricade and run a pipe line down the hill to pump up water from the creek, and when he appeared they ordered him off without showing so much as a head. And he went, for the swiftness of the change had confused him; he was whipped before he began. There was no use to fight or to put up a bluff, the men behind the wall were determined; and while, according to law, they held no title the law was far away. It was a weapon for rich men who could afford to pay the price; but how could he, a poor man, hope to win back his claim when it was held by Bible-Back Murray? He went down to the store, where the Miners' Meeting was assembled, and beckoned Bunker aside. "Mr. Hill," he said, "you promised me one time to give me the loan of a gun. Well, now is the time I need it." "Nope," warned Bunker, "you ain't got a chance. Them fellers are just up here to get you." "Well, for self-defense!" protested Denver, "Dave sent word he'd kill me." "Keep away, then," advised Bunker, "don't give him no chance. But if them fellers should jump on you, just run to my house and I'll slip you the old Injun-tamer."