"Then, as we were riding on, he let it out." "Blazes!" exclaimed Clancy.

"There's a scheme on to rob Borrodaile of that claim of his!" "Looks thataway," said Lloyd passively.
"Who is this Sam that was to get the bag of samples and take it to McGurvin's by a roundabout way ?" queried Merriwell.
"No sabe." "He's the fellow that had the leaky bag and dropped this trail of ore! Who's Turkeyfoot ?" "Feller that lives out o' Gold Hill a ways.

Does freightin'." "The way I size it up," said Frank, "the professor hired this Turkeyfoot to came to Happenchance with him and get the goods he had left there.
They halted at McGurvin's place long enough to give Sam time to do his blasting and make off with the samples.

Then the professor and Turkeyfoot went to the claim, got the professor's goods, and went back to McGurvin's; and there, fellows, the professor is being held until this man in flashy clothes comes out and does something to beat Borrodaile out of the claim." "That's you," said Blunt.

"To-day's Tuesday; and it's this afternoon that the business is to be pulled off.