es, like the one I put on your tent. Those fellows
fix 'em up for me. I've told 'em about you, though I didn't know who you
were, and they think you have gone, for the two men on guard at the rear
entrance so reported. Sometimes I stay out on the mountain for a couple
of days at a time, when the weather's good, and don't go back to the
cave. Those times I take food with me, and so if they see me making off
with some supplies they'll think I'm going to camp out."

"It doesn't look as though we'd ever get into a cave near the top of the
mountain, going this way," said Tom, as they marched along. "We're going
down, instead of up."

"That's the secret of this trail," explained Bill. "We go down in a
sort of valley, and then go up a pretty stiff place, and then we're on
a direct trail to the entrance I told you about. It's a steep road to
climb, but I guess we can manage it."

And a hard climb the adventurers did find it. The road was almost as bad
as the one along the edge of the chasm, but they managed to negotiate
it, and finally found themselves on a fairly good trail.

"We'll soon be there," Bill assured them. "After you get in the little
cave, where I'm going to hide you, I'll have to leave you for a spell,
until I get my ghost rigging fixed up again. But I'll see that you have
plenty of food and drink."

A little later their guide came to a sudden halt, and peered around
anxiously.

"What's the matter?" asked Tom.

"I was just looking to see if any of the men were about," he answered.
"But I guess not--it looks all right. The entrance is right here."

They were on a side of the mountain, near the summit. Below stretched a
magnificent scene. A great valley lay at their feet, and they could look
off to many distant peaks. The main trail to Leadville, and the one to
the settlement of Indian Ridge, was in sight.

Suddenly Tom, who had been using a small but powerful telescope, uttered
an exclamation, and focussed the instrument on a speck that seemed
moving along on the trail below.

"A man--coming up the mountain," cried Tom. "And--it can't be--yet it
is--it's Farley Munson--the stowaway!" he cried. "He's coming here!"

"Let me look!" begged Mr. Jenks, taking the glass from Tom. An instant
later the diamond man exclaimed: "Yes, it's Munson!"

"Then in here with you--quick!" cried Renshaw. "He can't see us yet, and
we'll be out of sight in another minute."

The former spirit pulled aside some thick bushes,