"I am anxious to settle this matter quietly," went on Arnold Baxter to Tom. "I don't want any more trouble."
"Well, go ahead, I'm listening," came from Tom.
"You are out here to locate a certain mine."
"I don't deny it. The mine belongs to my father."
"It belongs to me—and I am bound to have it."
"You are a jailbird, Mr. Baxter. How can you hold such a property now?"
The criminal winced and clenched his fists.
"Don't be quite so plain-spoken, Rover, it doesn't set well. I say the claim is mine."
"Well?"
"You are in my power."