"You shall know something, Dick." Mr. Rover drew up his injured foot. "Oh, if only I could go after Arnold Baxter without delay!"
"It's too bad you are hurt. Does it pain you very much?"
"When I try to stand on it the pain is terrible. The doctor says I must not use the foot for a month or six weeks."
"That will make tedious waiting for you."
"Yes, and in the meantime Baxter will try to cheat me out of that mining property, if he can."
"But he won't dare to show himself."
"He will do the work through some other party—probably the man who helped him to escape from prison."
"Did he get anything of value—papers, for instance?"
"Yes, he got most of the papers, although I still retain one small map, a duplicate of one which was stolen. You see, Dick, years ago Roderick Kennedy and myself were partners out in Colorado, owning half a dozen claims."
"Yes; I've heard that before."