imposter, and then turned suddenly pale. "Why—er—do you ask that question?" he faltered.
"I met another young fellow in Butte named Morr."
"I—I don't know him."
"He was with two other young fellows named Porter and Lawrence."
At this unexpected announcement Link Merwell's face grew paler than ever. Job Haskers, too, showed that he was much disturbed.
"Did this—this Morr say where he was from, or where he was going?" asked the former teacher of Oak Hall.
"Oh, the whole crowd was from the East. I reckon they are coming up here," answered Tom Dillon, dryly. "They want to find you, Abe," he added, with a wink at the other miner.
"Me? What fer?"
"They want you to locate this same Landslide Mine for them."
"The same mine? Say, Tom, what are you drivin' at?" demanded Abe Blower, in astonishment.
"What I'm drivin' at is just this, Abe," answered Tom Dillon, and his voice grew suddenly stern. "This ain't Roger Morr at all. The real fellow you ain't met yet. This chap is a fraud!"
"Say—look here" began Link Merwell.
