But you boys are quick and sharp and—well, good luck to you, that's all I can say."
"I'm much obliged to you," answered Dick. "I'll do as you advise."
As he and his chums left the assayer's office they met Tim, who had returned to the hotel, and, on inquiring, had learned where they had gone.
"Have a good time?" asked Dick, of his newsboy friend.
"Not so very," replied Tim, rather solemnly.
"Why not?"
"Because I was chasin' after a fellow what called himself Simon Scardale, and I couldn't catch him."
"Simon Scardale here?" exclaimed Dick.
"That's what he is, and he's on to our game," replied Tim. "Dick, youse has got to act quick, I guess."
For a few moments Dick was too surprised to know what to say. He began to see through it now. Simon was a friend of Vanderhoof, and, though he might not be mixed up in the swindling games, he had, likely, given information that would prevent the millionaire's son from accomplishing his object. Dick was in a maze. He was not altogether sure that the mines were a swindle, but he strongly suspected it. Simon's presence in the western city seemed to argue that some strange game was about to be played.
"We must talk this over," decided Dick.
