"Who is that man?" asked the boy sharply, pointing to the one who had attracted his attention.
"His name is Klink—John Klink."
"What does he do?"
"He is acting as a drift inspector at present, I believe."
"Klink?" mused the lad. "I don't think I ever heard the name before. Do you know where he comes from?"
"I think he comes from the San Juan Mine, over on the McCormick range. I don't know anything about him, but he seems to know his business pretty well. He is inspecting temporarily. The inspector whose place he is taking is at home sick. Klink is a boss miner."
"I must have been mistaken," thought Rush, as he proceeded along his route inspecting the tracks on that level. "But I can't get it out of my mind that I have seen the fellow somewhere before, and under unpleasant circumstances, at that."
He had, and at no distant day, he was destined to see the man under still more unfavorable circumstances.