It was an exciting moment for all. To Oliver Bright it was a time of triumph. The termination of his quest was at hand, full of the promise of success.
As for Colonel Mendix, it took the Spaniard several seconds to recover from the shock he experienced when the sheriff appeared upon the scene. He saw at once that matters had taken a most serious turn.
“Well, Colonel Guerotaz, this appears to be a grave business you have been engaged in,” said the sheriff, as he dismounted from his horse and strode over to where the Spaniard sat.
“I do not know what you are talking about,” replied Colonel Mendix as stiffly as he could.
“You don’t?”
“No, sir.”
“Well, it is simply this: That you have done everything in your power to defraud Mr. Whyland here and one Arthur Bright out of their lawful share in a certain mining scheme connected with the Aurora mine—”
“Not so,” cried the colonel. “The Aurora mine is one of no value, just as represented to them.”
“They are willing to swear otherwise, at least Mr. Whyland is, and Felix Cottle is willing to testify—”
“I don’t care. I have my rights. My word is as good as—”