They had found the trail but lost it in the patch of tall timber, and were gazing around when they heard the trains leaving the cut.
“There goes our outfit, friend,” said the westerner. “And there won't be another train along for several hours.”
“It's too bad, but it can't be helped,” answered our hero. “But I'll pay you for all time lost, Mr.—”
“Plain Bill Badger is my handle, stranger.”
“My name is Joe Bodley.”
“What about these two varmin you are after?”
“They were trying to rob a friend of mine of some mining shares,” answered Joe, and gave a few details.
“Well, I vow!” cried Bill Badger “That mine is close to one my dad owns. They say it ain't of much account though.”
“Mr. Vane thinks it is valuable. He has had a mining expert go into the matter with great care.”
“Then that's a different thing. Were you bound for the mine?”