CHAPTER II.
THE TELEGRAM FROM BLOOMFIELD.
Professor Phineas Borrodaile had for years been an instructor in an academy in the middle West.

His health failing, he was ordered to Arizona.

The dry, invigorating climate had worked wonders in thousands of cases similar to the professor's, and there was every reason to believe that the professor would be greatly benefited, if not entirely cured of his malady.
At the last moment before starting Borrodaile had happened to think of an old letter from a nephew of his who had been engaged in the mining business in a camp called Happenchance, in southern Arizona.

The professor looked up the letter.

The writer of it had died years before, and the camp of Happenchance had had its day and was now deserted and lost among the Picket Post Mountains.