CHAPTER IX.
ABOUT THE THIRD SUSPECT.
Nestor laughed at the puzzled boy's exclamation and sat for some time looking down on the dim camp-fire near the tents he had visited a short time before.

The night was cloudless, with a slight wind blowing from the west.

Now and then the sound of hoarse voices came from the peaks above.
"The Mexican knocked off his heel there," he finally said, "and Scoby left his coat-button.

They might just as well have left their cards in the papers they examined." "What papers were they ?" "The Tolford estate papers." "Yes, of course.

The Mexican wanted to know something about the buried mine," Frank said.