an old lady named Carmody, on the other side o' town. She
is some kind o' a relative of his, and came on from the South to keep
house fer him. But he ain't home much. He spends most of his time
prospectin'. Seems like he can't give it up."

"I wish you'd give me his address," said the senator's son, and, having
received it, put it down in a note-book.

As late as it was, it was decided to walk across town to where Abe
Blower resided, and the three boys set out without delay.

"I'd get a cab, if any was around," said Roger, who saw how tired Phil
was.

"Maybe, Phil, you had better go to bed and let Roger and me go to
Blower's home," suggested Dave.

"No, if you go, I'll go too," declared the shipowner's son, who never
cared to be left behind when anything was going on.

The place where Abe Blower resided was down at the end of a side street,
which, at this hour of the night, was dark and deserted. They had some
little difficulty in finding the right number. The house stood back from
the street, and not a single light shone within it.

"Everybody gone to bed," announced Dave. "It seems like a shame to wake
them up."

"I'll wait till morning," announced the senator's son. "Now we know just
where the place is, we can come here directly after breakfast." And so
it was settled.

At the hotel Phil found himself so tired that he pitched into bed with
scant ceremony. After the long trip on the train, Dave felt that he
needed a bath and took it, followed by Roger. Then all went sound
asleep, not to awaken until daylight. Then Phil took a good "soak," as
he called a bath, and all dressed for an early breakfast. In the
dining-room they met Mr. Dillon.

"Find Abe last night?" asked the old miner, with a smile.

"We located the house and are going over there right after we eat,"
answered the senator's son. "And by the way, Mr. Dillon," he continued.
"Do you know any men named Blugg, Jaley, and Staver?"

"Do I!" cried Tom Dillon. "Sure I do, an' so do lots of other folks in
these diggin's. What do you know about 'em?"

"We met them on the train."

"Don't ye have nothin' to do with that crowd, lads. They ain't the sort
you want to train with, nohow."

"We are not going to train with them," said Dave.

"We thought they were pretty hard customers," added Phil.

"They mentioned Abe Blower and one of them said he thought Blower had
queered some sort of a land deal they were trying to put through,"
continued Roger.