CHAPTER XXII.
FELIX COTTLE.

Oliver looked the stranger over well before replying. Perhaps this chap might be a tool of Colonel Mendix, in which case the less he had to do with the fellow the better.

“And you worked for Colonel Men—Guerotaz two years?” he asked slowly.

“Yes.”

“At what mine?”

The man closed one eye and winked knowingly.

“At the very mine you are looking for,” he replied.

“The Aurora?”

“That’s it, partner.”

“Then you know its exact location?”