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"Who's Marybelle Brewster?" wondered Eleanor, surprised.
"It's me, but no one knows it!" laughed Polly.
"Sam, when do you reckon you-all ought to go back to the mine and
investigate?" said Mr. Simms.
"We-all plan to ride there early in the morning. Will you-all try to
come with us?"
"Ah'd like it first-rate. Ah haven't had my regular fishing trip this
year and this will answer," replied Simms, eagerly.
"Then be shore to meet us at seven or eight o'clock at the Pine Tree
just by the corduroy roadway," said Mr. Brewster.
"Sam, better get away before that! We won't be the only riders along
Top Notch trail the moment this 'find' gets wind!" warned Simms.
"He's right, Sam! Let's start from the farm at day-break and meet Mr.
Simms at five or six," advised Mrs. Brewster.
"Right! Make it six, Simms, and see if the coroner and sheriff want an
outing." Mr. Brewster's voice sounded interesting.
Just as the lawyer opened the door for the ladies to leave, a handsome
young man of about eighteen came down the road. It was evident, in
every way, that he was a "tenderfoot" newly arrived. Probably just came
in on the noon local from Denver.
"I'm looking for Carew's Camp, sir. That cowboy over at the box-car
said you might tell me how to reach it."
"Oh, that's the surveyin' crew for the government. Ah reckon you'll
have quite a jaunt afore night to reach there. They're working about
twenty mile from here--up on the Yellow Jacket Pass road," replied
Simms, studying the surprised face closely.
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