"He seems to be playing some confidence game now," went on Dick Marden.
The miner was right. Jim Huskin had the old man in black in an out of the way corner and was conversing with him in great earnestness.
"You cannot lose on the venture, Mr. Price," he said, as our hero and Marden drew closer. "The shares will always be worth the money you put into them. Better let me have the check now, and I will buy them inside of the next hour."
"Yes, yes, but are you quite sure it is safe?" asked the old man, in a trembling voice. "You see, I cannot afford to lose four hundred dollars."
"You will not lose—I will guarantee the shares myself," answered the confidence man earnestly.
"Very well, if you will guarantee them," said the old man, and drew out his pocketbook, which held several bankbills, and a filled in check for the amount Huskin desired.
At that moment Robert placed his hand upon the confidence man's shoulder.
"So we meet again, Jim Huskin," he said coldly.
The rascal turned in amazement, and then his face fell.