CHAPTER XXIII
AT THE MINES
"Hold on!" cried Dick, jumping up. "Stop the train!"
The cars were rapidly acquiring speed, and Dick ran toward the door with the evident intention of getting off.
"Don't jump, Dick!" called Walter Mead. "We're going too fast!"
"Dat's right," chimed in Tim. "It's too late!"
"Yes, I guess it is," assented Dick. "But, Tim, how do you know that was Vanderhoof? To me he didn't look a bit like him. Besides, how did you know he had a scar under his moustache?"
"I've seen him wid his whiskers an' moustache off before," replied the newsboy. "I used to run errands for de sleuths at police headquarters, an' I seen lots of criminals."