“But she was very determined,” added Bob.
“She was something like you, Chunky—in build,” spoke Jerry, dryly. “Well, we’re off, anyhow.”
The train sped through familiar scenery and the boys and their friends gave themselves up to the delights of it. Mr. Snodgrass busied himself making notes of the specimens he had captured.
A few seats up from where our friends sat, was a man with a very black moustache, very “loud” clothing, and a watch chain that looked strong enough to restrain a bulldog. He had cast curious glances at the party as they boarded the train, and he looked particularly at Mr. Nestor and Mr. Brill. Presently he sauntered in their direction, and, pulling out a cigar case, said:
“I guess I’m right in sizing you folks up for a party of prospectors and miners; am I not?”
For a moment there was silence, and then Jerry asked:
“What makes you think so?” for the lad feared they had by accident mentioned the hidden gold.
“Oh, these gentlemen look like grub-stakers who have struck it rich,” and he indicated the two Westerners. “Will you come back and have a smoke with me?” he invited.
Jim Nestor looked at Jerry, who shook his head slightly.