“Well, I never! Are you quite sure of that, Bill?”
The trapper inclined his head.
“Yew bet I am!” he declared. “Thar’s lots of ther stuff goes down towards Lone Tree, and over inter Mexico. It’s a purty good imitation, too! They do say that Mason has a die for throwing out silver dollars by ther thousand.”
Frank Reade, Jr., was quite overcome by this announcement. It was entirely unexpected.
CHAPTER VI.
THE MEXICAN RIDER.
This was something utterly foreign to Frank’s expectation.
To run upon a gang of counterfeiters in this out of the way part of the world was certainly a surprise party.
But the young inventor had learned to take the unexpected with other things in a philosophical manner.
Certainly there could have been no safer part of the world than this for the manufacture of counterfeit coin.
It was easy to evade the officers of the law, and also easy to secrete any quantity of the bogus stuff where it could not be located.