"We can fit you out all right enough, sir."
It did not take the boys long to chase the cattle away from the sink hole, and this accomplished, they set off for the ranch with Noel Urner between them.
They found the young man an exceedingly bright and pleasant chap. He said he had come west two months before and had been spending over a month in San Francisco.
"I came out at the invitation of an old prospector," he said. "We were to meet in San Francisco, but when I arrived there I could not find my man. He belongs somewhere in this neighborhood. His name is Barnaby Winthrop. Perhaps you have heard of him?"
"Heard of him!" cried Chet.
"He is our uncle!" added Paul.
"Your uncle!" And now it was Noel Urner's turn to be surprised.
"Yes, our uncle, and he has been missing for several months," continued Paul. "Oh, tell us what you know of him at once, for we are dying to know!"
"The Barnaby Winthrop I mean had an undeveloped gold and silver mine he wished to open up."
