Mr. Vane soon had his room assigned to him and he and our hero passed
up in the elevator. As soon as they were in the apartment by themselves,
Joe related what he had seen and heard.

"They are certainly on my trail," mused Maurice Vane. "And they must
have kept pretty close or they wouldn't know that I had asked you to
accompany me."

"They have some plot, Mr. Vane."

"Have you any idea what it is?"

"No, sir, excepting that they are going to try to do you out of your
interest in that mine."

Maurice Vane and Joe talked the matter over for an hour, but without
satisfaction. Then they went to the dining room for something to eat.

"We start for Montana in the morning," said the gentleman. "I think the
quicker I get on the ground the better it will be for me."

Although Maurice Vane and Joe did not know it, both were shadowed by
Caven and Malone. The two rascals had disguised themselves by donning
false beards and putting on spectacles.

"They leave in the morning," said Caven. "Malone, we must get tickets
for the same train, and, if possible, the same sleeping car."

"It's dangerous work," grumbled Pat Malone.

"If you want to back out, say so, and I'll go it alone."

"I don't want to back out. But we must be careful."

"I'll be careful, don't fear," answered the leader of the evil pair.

At the ticket office of the hotel, Maurice Vane procured the necessary
tickets and sleeper accommodations to the town of Golden Pass, Idaho. He
did not notice that he was watched. A moment later Gaff Caven stepped up
to the desk.

"I want a couple of tickets to Golden Pass, too," he said, carelessly.

"Yes, sir."

"Let me see, what sleeper did that other gentleman take?"

"Number 2, sir--berths 7 and 8."

"Then give me 9 and 10 or 5 and 6," went on Caven.

"9 and 10--here you are, sir," said the clerk, and made out the berth
checks. Without delay Caven hurried away, followed by Malone.

"We'll be in the sleeping compartment right next to that used by Vane
and the boy," chuckled Gaff Caven. "Pat, it ought to be dead easy."

"Have you the chloroform?"

"Yes, twice as much as we'll need."

"When can we leave the train?"

"At three o'clock, at a town called Snapwood. We can get another train
two hours later,--on the northern route."

All unconscious of being watched so closely, Maurice Vane and Joe rode
to the depot and boarded the train when it came along. Joe had been
looking for Caven and Malone, but wit