The Essential Edward Stratemeyer Collection. Stratemeyer Edward

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      "Yes, Mr. Platt," answered the senator's son. "But it didn't amount to anything."

      "How did it catch, do you know?" went on the driver of the milk wagon, curiously.

      "No, we are trying to find out."

      "Maybe it was set. I see two fellers sneakin' around your place last evening," went on Mr. Platt.

      CHAPTER IX

      WHAT NAT POOLE HAD TO TELL

      "You saw two fellows sneaking around our place last evening?" cried Roger, with interest.

      "I certainly did."

      "What did they look like?" asked Dave.

      "I see 'em plainly an' I was wonderin' what they was up to," said the driver of the milk wagon, and then he described the two persons quite minutely.

      "Haskers and Merwell, beyond a doubt!" exclaimed Phil. "Now what do you know about that!"

      "It certainly is the limit!" murmured Luke.

      "Wonder if they are still around?" came from Shadow. "Say, this puts me in mind of a sto----But never mind, I'll tell it another time," he broke off, hastily, as he saw a look of disgust on the others' faces.

      "I don't believe they are around," said Dave. "They probably boarded the first train that went over the bridge."

      "Just what I think," returned the senator's son.

      "Think them fellers set the fire?" asked Mr. Platt, curiously.

      "We feel certain of it," replied Roger. "They are old school enemies of ours," he added. "It's only one more score we've got to settle with them," he continued, to his chums, and shut his teeth with a snap.

      Nothing further could be learned concerning the mysterious visitors, and finally the boys went back to the Morr mansion, to get ready for the evening celebration. This came off as scheduled and proved a big success. Fully a hundred town folk were present, besides some from the lake and elsewhere. There were rockets and Roman candles and wheels galore, as well as several set pieces. Some fire balloons were also liberated. Senator Morr had engaged a local band of eight pieces, and if the music was not of a high order it was certainly patriotic, and that counted for a good deal.

      Of course the other boys had to hear all about the proposed trip West and, incidentally, about the lost Landslide Mine. From his father and mother Roger got some more details concerning the missing property. A map was produced, and also some papers, and the son was advised to hunt up an old miner and prospector named Abe Blower.

      "Abe Blower knew your Uncle Maurice well," said Mrs. Morr, to her son. "They were friends for years. I am sure if you can find Mr. Blower he will do all he can for you, and for me, too."

      "Then I'll do what I can to find him, first of all," answered Roger.

      At last came the time when Dave must leave the Morr home and return to Crumville. He was going alone, but he promised to keep in constant communication with the others.

      "I wish I was going on that western trip," said Shadow, wistfully. "You'll have barrels of fun, and if you do locate that Landslide Mine--well, it will be a big feather in your cap."

      "I'd like to go, too," said Buster.

      "I reckon we'd all like to go," cried the others, in concert.

      "Well, there is just this much about it," returned Dave. "Anybody who has the price can go on that personally-conducted tour to Yellowstone Park, and, so far as I am concerned, you can go from there into the mountains and look for the mine."

      "Why, of course!" burst out Roger. "If any of you want to go, just say the word."

      This brought on a discussion lasting nearly an hour. In the end several of the lads said they would see what they could do, and would write about it later, or telegraph.

      "Say, but wouldn't it be grand if we could locate that lost mine!" cried Phil, enthusiastically.

      "Well, we'll have a try at it," returned Dave.

      At last came the time for Dave to leave. Some of the others had already gone. Roger drove his chum down to the railroad station in the runabout. The two were alone. Dave noticed that the senator's son seemed unusually thoughtful.

      "What's up, Roger?" he asked, at last. "You don't seem quite like yourself."

      "Oh, I don't know that I ought to say anything, Dave," was the hesitating answer.

      "If there is anything I can do----"

      "No, it isn't that." Roger gave a deep sigh. "I wish we could locate that mine!" he murmured.

      "So you were thinking about that? Well, we may have luck. Let us hope so," and Dave smiled.

      "I might as well tell you how it is," continued Roger, as he drove up to the little railroad station. He looked around, to make sure that no outsiders were listening. "You know father comes up for re-election this fall."

      "Oh, does his term as senator run out?"

      "Yes. Well, there is a movement on foot to put somebody else in his place. If they do that--well, he'll be out, that's all."

      "What will he do then?"

      "That's just it. I don't know what he can do. He used to be in an office business, but he gave that up to go into politics. Now, if he gets out, he will have to start all over again."

      "Hasn't he anything at all--I mean any business?"

      "Not anything regular. He dabbles a little in real estate."

      "Then I hope they don't put him out, Roger."

      "And--er--that isn't all, Dave. I wouldn't tell anybody but you--and maybe Phil. He has spent a lot of money while in politics--it costs a good deal to live in Washington. I heard him tell mother about it. If he goes out, it will go hard with him. Now, if we had that mine, and it was as valuable as they think it is----"

      "I see, Roger. We'll have to do our level best to find the mine."

      "If mother had the mine she could let dad use the money in any way he pleased. But if we haven't got the mine to fall back on, and dad gets out of politics--well, it is going to make hard sledding for us."

      "Roger, if it gets too bad, don't you hesitate to come to us!" cried Dave, quickly. "I am sure my father, and my Uncle Dunston, would be only too glad to help you out."

      "Thank you, Dave; but I don't think it will get to be as bad as that," answered the senator's son. And then the train came along and Dave had to bid his chum good-by.

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