"Yes, I'm well, and the map is safe in my pocket," answered Robert, and then they walked to the cabin, while the mail carrier proceeded on his way.
Once inside of the place Robert was introduced to Dick Marden's uncle, who sat in an old-fashioned easy chair by one of the little windows of which the cabin boasted. Mr. Amberton seemed weak and careworn.
"Dick has been telling me about you," he said, in a low voice. "He felt sure you would manage to get the map."
There was of course nothing for Robert to do but to tell his story from beginning to end, and this he did without delay, Dick Marden in the meantime ordering the negro servant to cook a good dinner for the youth.
"Well, you outwitted Hammerditch and Le Fevre nicely," cried the miner. "I would like to have seen them at the railroad station. They must have felt cheap and no mistake."
"They are rascals, and I always knew it," said Felix Amberton. "But now we have a hold upon them, for through Robert we can show up their true characters, if it becomes necessary."
The map was examined with care, and Dick Marden announced that it was just what was wanted.
"They can't go behind this," he said. "Robert, I think you have saved the estate for my uncle."
"I think so myself," came from Felix Amberton. "But I am afraid I am in for a long lawsuit, nevertheless."