Man's Pass;
be here in about fifteen minutes."

The young man turned and sauntered to the rear end of the platform,
where he paused for a few moments; then, unconscious of the scrutiny of
his fellow-passengers, he began silently pacing up and down, being in no
mood for conversation with any one. Every bone in his body ached and his
head throbbed with a dull pain, but these physical discomforts, which he
attributed to his long and wearisome stage ride, caused him less
annoyance than did the fact that he had lost several days' time, besides
subjecting himself to numerous inconveniences and hardships, on what he
now denominated a "fool's errand."

An expert mineralogist and metallurgist, he had been commissioned by a
large syndicate of eastern capitalists to come west, primarily to
examine a certain mine recently offered for sale, and secondarily to
secure any other valuable mining properties which might happen to be on
the market. A promoter, whose acquaintance he had formed soon after
leaving St. Paul, had poured into his ear such fabulous tales of a mine
of untold wealth which needed but the expenditure of a few thousands to
place it upon a dividend-paying basis, that, after making due allowance
for optimism and exaggeration, he had thought it might be worth his
while to stop off and investigate. The result of the investigation had
been anything but satisfactory for either the promoter or the expert.

He was the more annoyed at the loss of time because of a telegram handed
him just before his departure from St. Paul, which he now drew forth,
and which read as follows:

"Parkinson, expert for M. and M. on trail. Knows you as our
representative, but only by name. Lie low and block him if
possible.
"BARNARD."

He well understood the import of the message. The "M. and M." stood for
a rival syndicate of enormous wealth, and the fact that its expert was
also on his way west promised lively competition in the purchase of the
famous Ajax mine.

"Five days," he soliloquized, glancing at the date of the message,
which he now tore into bits, together with two or three letters of
little importance. "I have lost my start and am now likely to meet this
Parkinson at any stage of the game. However, he has never heard of John
Darrell, and that name will answer my purpose as well as any among
strangers. I'll notify Barnard when I reach Ophir."

His plans for the circumv