Dave Porter in the Gold Fields; Or, The Search for the Landslide Mine

by Edward Stratemeyer

  CHAPTER XV

  AT ABE BLOWER'S HOME

  The boys saw at once that something was wrong. Mrs. Carmody wascompletely bewildered, and being old, had no easy time of it to collecther wits.

  "Do you feel faint?" asked Dave, kindly. "Can I get you a glass ofwater?"

  "No, I'll be all right in a minute. But this beats all, it sure does!"replied the old lady. "Abe wrote that he was going off with a Roger Morrto look for a lost mine, and here you are lookin' for Abe. It sure is apuzzle."

  "He wrote that he was going off with me?" ejaculated the senator's son.

  "He said Roger Morr. If that's your handle----"

  "It certainly is."

  "This must be Link Merwell's work!" cried Dave. "Perhaps he metBlower----"

  "And impersonated Roger," finished Phil.

  "Would he do that?" questioned the senator's son. "Would he dare?"

  "He would, if he thought he could get away with the trick," repliedDave. He turned to Mrs. Carmody. "Would you mind letting us see theletter Mr. Blower sent you?"

  "Sure. I'll get it. I left it on the table," was the answer, and,getting up, the old lady went into the house. "Come in," she invited. Inher younger days she had been used to the rough life of a pioneer andshe did not stand on ceremony.

  The boys went in, and presently Mrs. Carmody brought forth a letterwritten in lead pencil on a half-sheet of note paper. It ran as follows:

  "DEAR KATE:

  "You remember I tole you about Maurice Harrisons sister, who was married to a seanatour of the government. Well, his son, Roger Morr has come on to look for that lost mine--wants for me to go on a hunt with him to onse--so as it is good money I am going--start to nite in a hour--you git Nell Davis to stay with you her an Ben I wont be gone morn a weak or to. ABE."

  "That's the letter Abe sent me yesterday," announced Mrs. Carmody. "Yousee he says Roger Morr, the son of the senator. If that's you, what doesit mean?" and she looked at Roger.

  "I'll tell you what it means," answered Dave. "It means that somebodyelse has pretended he is Roger here--an enemy who wants to locate thelost mine first, if he can."

  "O dear! Did you ever hear the like! Who was it, do you suppose?"

  "We've got a pretty good idea," said Roger. "Nobody you know. But tellme, where did this letter come from?"

  "You mean who brought it?"

  "Yes."

  "Billy Lane."

  "Who is he?"

  "Oh, a feller around town, who does all sort o' odd jobs."

  "Then you don't know where Mr. Blower was when he sent it?"

  "No, I don't. But I guess he wasn't very near, otherwise he would havecome here hisself, instead o' writin'--for writin' comes hard to Abe--henever had no chanct for much education. And he would want some o' hisclothes."

  The boys read the letter a second time. All were convinced that LinkMerwell had gotten ahead of them and had perpetrated the fraud byimpersonating Roger.

  "It was certainly a bold stroke," was Phil's comment.

  "Yes, and a clever one too, in a way," replied Dave. "From our talk inthe summer-house Link must have learned that Blower and the late Mr.Harrison were warm friends, and, that being so, Blower would be willingto do almost anything for Mr. Harrison's nephew. And Link rushed Bloweraway in a hurry, so that we wouldn't get at him."

  "I wonder if Haskers is with him?" mused Roger.

  "I shouldn't wonder. If the mine is found, Link can't claim it, for hewould be arrested on sight. But he could let Haskers claim it, and thenturn it over to somebody else and thus mix it up, so that you would beout of it," answered Dave.

  "What do you think I had best do next?" asked the senator's son. Theunexpected turn of affairs had bewildered him almost as much as it hadbewildered Mrs. Carmody.

  "I don't see what you can do, Roger, excepting to start on a hunt forthe Landslide Mine without Blower."

  "Yes, let us do that!" cried Phil. "Who knows but that we'll run acrossBlower and Merwell? And if we do, we can easily prove that Link is afraud."

  "Well, we'll have to get some sort of a guide," answered Roger. "Itwould be utterly useless for us to start out alone in such a country asthis."

  "We might ask Mr. Dillon to recommend somebody," said Dave. "Heappeared to be a reliable man."

  The boys talked to Mrs. Carmody for a few minutes longer. They were onthe point of leaving the house when there came a loud rap on the frontdoor.

  "Perhaps Blower has come back!" cried Phil.

  "I don't think he'd knock," answered Dave.

  "No, it isn't Abe," said Mrs. Carmody. "I'll go and see who it is."

  She went to the door and opened it,--to find herself confronted by atall, leathery-looking individual whose breath smelt strongly of liquor.

  "Is Abe Blower home?" demanded the man, in a thick voice.

  "No, he isn't," replied Mrs. Carmody, stiffly. She did not like theappearance of the visitor.

  "When will he be home?" went on the man, and tried to force his way intothe house.

  "I don't know. You can't come in here, Sol Blugg!" And Mrs. Carmodytried to shut the door in the man's face.

  "I am a-comin' in," stormed the newcomer. "I'm a-comin' in to wait ferAbe Blower, an' when I meet him--well, we'll have an account to settle,"and the man lurched heavily against the door-frame.

  "It's one of the fellows we met on the train!" whispered Phil. "Thefellow called Sol Blugg!"

  "Yes, and that other man, Larry Jaley, is waiting on the sidewalk forhim," announced Dave, after a glance through a window. "And neither ofthem seem to be very sober."

  "You get right out of here, Sol Blugg!" cried Mrs. Carmody, with suddenenergy. "Abe ain't home, an' I won't have you hangin' around. You getright out!" And she caught up her broom, which chanced to be behind thedoor.

  "Drop the broom, old woman!" snarled Sol Blugg, and it was plain to seethat he was befuddled by liquor. "I'm a-comin' in, and you sha'n't stopme!"

  He made a sudden grab and caught Mrs. Carmody by the arm. But as he didthis, Dave leaped into the little hallway and shoved him back.

  "Let go of this lady!" he said, sternly. "Let go, or I'll knock youdown!"

  Surprised and bewildered, Sol Blugg dropped his hold on Mrs. Carmody'sarm and glared uncertainly at our hero.

  "Who--who are you?" he faltered.

  "Never mind who I am," replied Dave. "You let this lady alone and goabout your business."

  "I wanter see Abe Blower."

  "He has gone away."

  "Say, where have I seen you?" demanded the leathery-looking man,suddenly. "Oh, I remember now, on the train, comin' from the land sale.Say, was you there?"

  "No."

  "I know better! I saw you on the train--you an' them other fellers,too!" And Sol Blugg pointed unsteadily at Phil and Roger. "I know how itis," he went on, ramblingly. "You went there in place o' Abe--queeredthe hull thing fer us, you did! I know! You're in with Abe, an' Abe's inwith you! Thought you'd do us out o' our little game, eh? Say, Larry!"he called to the man on the sidewalk. "Look at these three fellers--sameones was on the train last night. They are in with Abe--and they queeredus--put a crimp in the hull game. Now they say Abe ain't here. Wot arewe going to do, tell me that now, what are we goin' to do?"

  "Them fellers!" exclaimed Larry Jaley, catching sight of the boys. "Iremember 'em. Say, maybe they heard us talkin'!"

  "Sure--they must have," mumbled Sol Blugg.

  "Do you know these men?" asked Mrs. Carmody.

  "We saw them on the train last night, that is all," answered Roger."They said something about Mr. Blower queering a land deal for them."

  "Yes, he told me about that, too. They were going to swindle some folks,and Abe heard about it and gave the thing away. Abe won't stand foranything that ain't strictly honest."

  "Say, I want you to know----" commenced Sol Blugg, and tried to catchhold of Mrs. Carmody again. But this time Dave was too quick for him. Hepushed the man back, turned him around, and
sent him flying down thesteps to the street.

  "Now, you go on!" he cried. "If you don't, you'll get into trouble!"

  "That's what!" said Roger.

  "Perhaps you'd like to be arrested," added Phil.

  "Come on!" said Larry Jaley, in a low voice. "Come on, Sol. I told youit wouldn't do any good to come here."

  "I didn't expect to see them young fellers," growled theleathery-looking man. "But I'm a-goin' to git square with Abe Blower,jest wait an' see," he added, thickly; and then he and his companionstarted up the street and around the first corner.

  "The beasts!" murmured Mrs. Carmody, as she gazed after them. "I do wishI had used the broom over Sol Blugg's head! Maybe it would have done himgood!"

  "You know these men, then?" asked Dave.

  "Oh, yes, and Abe knows 'em, too! It seems that, years ago, before Icame here, Abe used to train with those men, in the mining camps. Butthey were a hard crowd, used to drinkin' and gamblin', and Abe gave 'emup and went with men like Mr. Harrison, and Tom Dillon. That made SolBlugg and his crowd sore, and they often tried to do Abe harm. Now thatAbe queered that land swindle for 'em I suppose they are more sore thanever. But I don't think they would have come here, only they have beendrinkin'."

  "You had better keep on the lookout--they may come back," said Dave.

  "I'll keep on guard, don't fear. I've got one of Abe's pistols in thehouse, and a club, too. And I'll get that neighbor Abe spoke about tostay with me," returned Mrs. Carmody. "But, say," she added, suddenly."You better keep on guard, too. 'Tain't no nice thing to run up againstthat bunch, I can tell you that!"

  "Yes, we'll have to be on the watch from the very moment we leave thishouse," said Roger.

  The boys talked for a few minutes longer with the old lady, getting whatinformation they could, and then hurried back to their hotel. On the waythey kept a sharp lookout for the leathery-looking man and his cronies,but they did not show themselves.

  It was an easy matter for them to find old Mr. Dillon, who was reading amining journal in the smoking-room. He listened with much interest towhat they had to tell. As they felt they could trust such a man, theywithheld nothing from him.

  "It certainly is some game--this trying to locate that lost LandslideMine," said the old miner. "I've been thinkin' it over again since youtold me about it, and it interests me mightily. So you want somebody togo with you, and help you find the right trail, and find Abe Blower?Well, if you don't think I'm too old, I'll go myself!" And he smiledbroadly at the boys.