"I guess the best plan will be to say nothing to him about it," said Dick. "I don't see anything for me to do but go back home and report to dad. We've been swindled, and I'm out two thousand dollars. I don't know how much he lost. The Hop Toad and Dolphin mines aren't worth anything, I'm afraid."
"Did youse lose two t'ousand dollars?" asked Tim, as the boys hurried along the moonlit road.
"I'm afraid so."
"An' youse ain't agoin' to faint over it? Say, youse has got nerve, youse has," added the newsboy, admiringly. "Youse oughter be in N' York. How'd you come to put so much money in a fake mine?"
"I didn't know it was a fake," replied the wealthy youth.
The boys reached their hotel in the gray dawn of the early morning. They were worn out and tired from their long tramp and the excitement of the night. As they entered the lobby, where a sleepy clerk was on duty behind the desk, the latter called to them:
"I say, is one of you named Dick Hamilton?"
"I am," replied the millionaire's son.
"Well, I've got a message for you from a lad named Simon Scardale."
"Simon Scardale?" repeated Dick.