At first Bob could see nothing out of the ordinary. Then he discovered Maybe Dixon coming toward the camp slowly and dejectedly.
"I see Maybe," he called out. "He looks as if he hadn't found anything."
Bob continued to look around the mountain and then glanced down to the foot of the landslide. He saw a man limping along. A moment later the man sank down in some bushes as if exhausted.
"I see a stranger!" he called out. "He is down below us."
"One of the greasers?" questioned Mark.
"No, he is dressed in ordinary store clothes."
"Let us go down at once and see who it is," cried Si.
The others were willing, and as soon as Bob had descended from the tree they set out. They found the man on his side in the bushes, breathing heavily.
"Soapy Gannon!" burst out Mark. "Sag Ruff's crony!"
Soapy Gannon was in a bad way. The landslide had sprained one of his ankles, and in a roll down the mountain-side he had had a rib broken and received a severe cut along his left cheek. He was covered with blood and very weak.