he announced, pointing with his hand, "I think myself it was somethin' of an earthquake, although the scientific sharps say not. But if it wasn't an earthquake it was mighty queer that it hit this spot and the other at the same time—both bein' miles apart."
"Perhaps the shock of the falling rocks at one place shook the other," suggested Dave.
"Perhaps, lad. It's a mystery—an' I suppose it will remain a mystery. We know some things about Nater, but there's others she keeps putty well hid."
They went down on the other side of the rise, and then commenced to mount an even larger hill—the last but one, so the old miner told the boys. Far in the distance they could make out the railroad tracks, winding along through the mountains. The sun was setting, and the western sky was aflame with varied colors of most gorgeous hues.
"What a beautiful sunset!" murmured Dave.
Soon the gloom of evening commenced to settle about them. All had their eyes ahead, but so far they had seen no trace of the Blower party.
"Wait a minute!" cried Dave, presently. He had seen something white fluttering among the rocks on the side of the trail.
"What do you see?" asked Phil.
"A newspaper."
