Haskers, o' the colledge Morr ust to go to. Gents, this is Mr. Thomas Dillon, a miner an' prospector, an' one o' the richest an' best men in Butte."
"Ah, glad to know you, sir!" exclaimed Job Haskers, and held out his thin hand. But, somehow, Tom Dillon did not seem to see it and he merely bowed.
"And you are Senator Morr's son, eh?" said the old miner, turning to Link Merwell.
"I am," was the bold answer, but when the old miner looked him squarely in the eyes, Merwell had to turn his gaze away.
"I understood that Maurice Harrison, when he died, willed the Landslide Mine to your family," went on Tom Dillon.
"He did, and I and my friend are here to look for it," answered Link Merwell.
"Think you'll find it?"
"Blower here says he will do what he can to discover it," broke in Job Haskers. "He has a great reputation as a prospector."
"I will surely do my best for Maurice Harrison's nevvy," said Abe Blower. "Maurice Harrison was mighty good to me, an' I ain't the one to forgit that."
"Have you a brother?" asked Tom Dillon, turning again to Merwell.
"A brother? Why—er—no," answered the
