“At least,” said the old gentleman, “you must promise to call on me when you return from the mines. There is my card.”
“That we will do with pleasure, sir,” answered Harry.
He looked at the card, and read the name of Henry A. Woolson.
“Harry,” said Jack, as they resumed their walk, “do you know that robber had a look like Fletcher?”
“So I thought, Jack, but I had only a glimpse, and could not be sure. I wish he were not to be in our party.”
“We must be on our guard; I don’t fancy him much.”
When the boys saw Fletcher in the morning he appeared as usual, and they were disposed to think they were mistaken. Yet the lurking suspicion occurred to them from time to time, and made them feel uneasy.
The next day they set out on their journey, accompanied by Dick Fletcher and Obed Stackpole.
CHAPTER III
STARTING FOR THE MINES
