to sell him a worthless mine. They said it was done every day and—and I believed them. I only kept them informed of your movements so they could fix things up to—to deceive you, I suppose."
"Yes," assented Dick.
"But I'm done with 'em now," went on Simon. "I was riding out to the mine to-night, after I saw you three start for it. Oh, I kept close watch on you," he said in answer to Dick's look of surprise. "I started for the mine to warn them you were coming, as I knew they were going to do some 'salting.' My horse threw me before I'd gone far and—well, I'm pretty badly hurt, I guess."
"Now that will do," interrupted one of the physicians. "You can tell the rest another time. You must be quiet now."
"There isn't any more to tell," said Simon, in a whisper. "That's all, Dick, but I feel better for having told you."
"Well, Simon," said the millionaire's son, "I'm sorry you are hurt. I forgive you. I guess you didn't realize what you were doing."
"That's it. I never realized what bad men Vanderhoof, Smith and the others were. I'm done with them forever. I guess I can go to sleep now."
He turned over and closed his eyes. Dick softly left the room, followed by one of the doctors.
