CHAPTER XXVI
PROWLERS IN CAMP
"Huh! so it's you, is it!" cried Link Merwell, in surly tones.
"So you are after my mine!" cried Roger, sharply. "Well, I'll tell you right now, if you locate it, it won't do you any good."
"Bah! We know what we are doing," retorted the youth who in the past had caused Dave and his chums so much trouble. "You can't scare us."
"Link, you ought to be in jail!" burst out Phil.
"You'll never put me there," was the quick retort.
"We have as much right to look for a mine up here as you have," put in Sol Blugg. "If you own a mine, where are your stakes or other landmarks?"
"You know very well that they were carried away by that landslide," answered the senator's son.
"We don't know nuthin' of the kind," came from Larry Jaley. "Your uncle claimed to have
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