“I think it is the fortune of every man who succeeds to make enemies. Other men become jealous. Only idiots and spineless, nerve-lacking individuals make no enemies at all.”
“But sometime your enemies will hurt you,” muttered the boy fearfully. “You can’t always escape when they are prowling about and striking at your back.”
“Of course, there is a chance that some of them may get me,” confessed Frank; “but I am not worrying over that now.”
“Worthington frightens me, too,” confessed the boy. “He is so strange! But, really and truly, he seems to know when danger is near. He seems to discover it, somehow.”
“Which is a faculty possessed by some people with disordered brains. I fancied the fellow was dreaming when he declared he saw some one hiding behind those rocks to-day; but now I know he actually saw what he claimed to see.”
“Oh, I hope they don’t get that mine away from you! You have taken so much trouble to find it!”
“Don’t worry,” half laughed Merry. “If they should locate the mine ahead of me, I can stand it. I have two mines now, which are owned jointly by myself and my brother.”
“Your brother!” exclaimed Abe, in surprise. “Why, have you a brother?”
“Yes; a half-brother.”
“Where is he?”