was Phil's great bugbear when he was on any kind of an outing,
At midnight the rain was coming down as steadily as ever. But the strong wind had died down somewhat, so by remaining close to some overhanging rocks they were more or less protected from the elements. But they could not lie down, and sleep was out of the question.
"Dave, do you think Merwell and Haskers went back to Butte?" asked the senator's son, as the three boys sat close together under a big rock.
"I am sure I don't know, Roger. They'd have to go back unless they fell in with somebody who knew something of this district."
"What do you think of that other party we saw at a distance?"
"They might be the Sol Blugg gang, or they might be almost anybody, Roger. Anybody can come here and try to locate a paying claim."
"Somehow I feel it in my bones that that is the Blugg gang and that Link and old Haskers are with 'em," said Phil. "To my mind, all those fellows are tarred with the same brush, and they would like nothing better than to relocate the lost Landslide Mine first."
"Perhaps you are right," returned Dave. "Well, I don't see how we are going to stop them
