ame for it."

Maurice Vane was extremely glad to get back his mining shares and
thanked Bill Badger warmly for what he had done.

"Don't you mention it," said the young westerner. "I'm going to hunt up
dad now. When you get time, call and see us."

"I'm coming up soon, to find out about that Bill Bodley," said Joe.

As late as it was Joe listened to what Maurice Vane had to tell.

"Now that Caven and Malone are gone I do not anticipate further trouble
at the mine," said the gentleman. "I am in practical possession of all
the shares, and shall have a clear title to the whole property inside of
a few weeks."

When Joe told him what Bill Badger had had to say about a certain man
called Bill Bodley he was much interested.

"Yes, you must find out about this man at once," said he. "I will help
you, as soon as certain matters are settled."

The next morning proved a busy one and Joe got no time to call upon Bill
Badger's father. He visited the mine and looked over it with interest.

During the middle of the afternoon he went back to town on an errand
for Mr. Vane. He was passing a cabin on the outskirts when he heard loud
words and a struggle.

"Let me go, you ruffian!" cried a weak voice. "Leave that money alone!"

"You shut up, old man!" was the answer. "The money is all right."

"You are trying to rob me!"

Then there was another struggle, and suddenly a door burst open and a
man leaped into the roadway. At sight of him Joe came to a halt. The
fellow was Bill Butts, the man who had tried to swindle Josiah Bean.

"Stop him!" came from the cabin. "He has my gold!"

"Stop!" cried Joe, and ran up to Butts. The next moment man and boy
tripped and fell, but, luckily, our hero was on top.

"Let me go!" growled the man.

"So we meet again, Butts!" cried Joe.

The man stared in amazement and then began to struggle. Seeing this, Joe
doubled up his fists and gave him a blow in the nose and in the right
eye, which caused him to roar with pain.

"That's right!" came from the doorway of the cabin. "Give it to him!
Make him give me my gold!"

"Give up the gold," ordered Joe.

"There it is!" growled Bill Butts, and threw a buckskin bag towards
the cabin. The man from within caught it up and stowed it away in his
pocket.

"Shall I call a policeman?" asked Joe.

"I don't know," said the man from the cabin. He wore a troubled face and
had white hair and a white beard. "It may be--Wha--where did you come
from?" he