"And you agreed to do this?" asked Dick, bitterly. "You consented to see a man cheated out of his fortune?"
"Not at all," said Mr. Cameron, calmly. "As it was represented to me this Mr. Wardell tried to do others out of their holdings, and he got caught at his own game. That is why I agreed to do something that, while perfectly legal, might be considered a trick. I did it to help out your Uncle Ezra."
"If I were to show you," went on our hero, "that matters had been misrepresented to you, and that you were doing Mr. Wardell a grave injustice, what would you do?"
"Misrepresented!" cried Mr. Cameron. "If you can prove to me that they've been fooling me—telling me things that aren't so—for the purpose of keeping me out of court, why, Dick Hamilton, I'll go back to San Francisco to-morrow and rip their case apart in the highest court in the land! That's what I'll do!" and he leaped to his feet at the words.
"Then," said Dick, quietly, "that is just what I am going to prove to you!"
CHAPTER XXIX ON TO 'FRISCO
The young millionaire started for the auto that was stalled in the sand. He intended to get from it the bundle of legal papers and prove to Mr. Cameron the statement just made about misrepresentation. But before he reached the Last Word he heard the sound of some one coming toward the fire. And out of the desert darkness a voice hailed, saying:
"Hello there, Mr. Cameron! We were looking all over for you."