As for Juniper Joe’s mine, it was a “fake.” The indications showed that no rich pockets had ever been struck in it; so that it was apparent that the nuggets which Juniper Joe pretended he had dug out had been obtained in hold-ups.
CHAPTER XI.
THE FOOL OF FOLLY MOUNTAIN.
Finding the trailing difficult, old Nomad returned to Blossom Range that evening, having accomplished nothing.
He was tremendously excited, when he learned the story told by Vera Bright.
“Waugh! Thet was a ringer!” he cried, commenting on the clever manner in which Tim Benson and Juniper Joe had deceived everybody with their “jubilee.”
Buffalo Bill got out and reread Juniper Joe’s unique invitation to attend the “wedding.”
“I vonder vot Vhite-eyed Moses iss t’inking now?” said the baron.
“Oh, waal, he got paid fer his fiddlin’,” said Nomad; “so what does he keer? I should say thet Jedge Abercrombie Morris, who performed the weddin’ ceremony, was about the wu’st fooled man in town.”