When he came to disclose what had transpired in relation to the copper mine out in Montana, Plunkett got interested.
“I determined to get possession of that mine myself,” went on Clymer.
“You!” exclaimed Plunkett, in some astonishment.
“Yes, me. If I could get hold of the papers, especially the option on the property, I believed I could depend on you to see me through in change for an interest in the mine that would be as good as a fortune to you.”
“Well,” said the hotel keeper, more interested than ever.
“Well, I’ve got them,” replied Clymer, triumphantly.
“You have?” in surprise.
“I have; but——” and Otis looked at his friend the landlord with a shaky expression.
“Well, what’s the trouble?”
“The trouble is, I was detected in the act of setting the surgery on fire by a friend of the doctor’s son, named Jack Howard, and had to run for it.”