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When I'm ready to snare my
bird, you can dismiss me a little ostentatiously for New York."
Brandt's horse was now ordered to the stable. The two men entered
the cottage, and soon afterward visited the different points of
interest, Mr. Alford giving the natural impression that he was
showing an interested stranger the appliances for working the
mine. At one point he remarked in a low tone, "That's Bute's
lodging-place. A half-breed, named Apache Jack, who speaks little
English lives with him."
Brandt's seemingly careless and transitory glance rested on a
little shanty and noted that it was separated from others of its
class by a considerable interval.
"Bute, you say, is on the day-shift."
"Yes, he won't be up till six o'clock."
"I'll manage to see him then without his knowing it."
"Be careful. I take my risk on the ground of your good faith and
prudence."
"Don't fear."


CHAPTER III
THWARTED

Brandt maintained his disguise admirably. His presence caused
little comment, and he was spoken of as a visiting stockholder of
the mine.


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