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The man riding toward them was quite tall, and rangey of build. He did not show his full height for he rode, as he walked, stooped over. He seemed to be in the last stages of physical slovenliness, and--even ignoring the scar across his face from the base of his nose to his left jawbone--his features looked sinister. Actually it was moral laxity, too much drinking and careless living that had pulled down a frame which must at one time have been erect and powerful, and broke a once daring spirit till it looked out of bleary eyes with dull, apathetic boredom.

"Well, are you following us?" Nicky spoke up as soon as the man was close enough to hear.

The man rode up closer still, reined in his pony, dropped the leather onto the animal's neck and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Yes," he said, in a husky, whispering sort of way, "I'm follerin' you. 'Cause why? That's what you want to know. 'Cause why! Ain't it so?"

"Certainly we want to know," chimed in Cliff. "Why are you following us?"

"He-he-he-he!" It was a shrill, cracked sort of laugh. "'Cause Henry Morgan smells money--that's why!"

"Henry Morgan--the pirate! He-he-he! Maybe. Who knows! Can pirates smell money?"

"They must," Nicky declared. "They were always crazy about getting it."

"Oh, yes! Hen Morgan smells money--an' he smells it on you, or around you--and he wants some of it!"

"You talk one way and act the opposite!" Tom made his tones sarcastic to cover his inward trepidation. He was not exactly afraid for he did not think that the man had any weapon and they outnumbered him. But Tom wanted to communicate secretly and he did not see just how to do it.

The Mystery Boys had two secret sign manuals: one was for asking and answering questions, and the other was for suggesting a course of action. But neither had been planned for use while seated on ponies, and such signs as the folding of arms, or the tying of a shoelace, were out of the question. So Tom kept on talking while he thought busily.

"You say you can smell money," he added, "and then you follow us out here to rob us. Why, I don't think we could get enough money together to buy a bag of chili beans!"

Somewhat to his surprise the man made a violent gesture of denial.

He sidled his pony a little closer, put up a hand as if to drive away any suggestion of robbery, and spoke again in his husky voice.

"No, not that! Hen Morgan aren't no robber. 'Cause why? 'Cause robbers takes chances. They takes some likely person and risks getting a lot of money--and sometimes they guess wrong. But not Henry Morgan. Oh, no! 'Cause why? 'Cause he don't guess. He smells money."

The chums looked at one another dubiously. Was this man off his head? He wasn't there to rob them! He didn't guess--he smelled money! What was his purpose? "You smelled wrong, for once!" Tom declared, after a moment.

"Oh, no!" cried the husky voice, "not Hen Morgan. He sees you three come a-ridin' up to Dead Hope mine, with the old gent. He sees how the super'tendent calls some of us miners in and he asks 'em, later, what it's all about. 'Cause why? 'Cause Hen Morgan knows something."

"Knows something? About what?" demanded Tom.

"Light down off your ponies an' I'll tell you. 'Cause why? 'Cause it takes too much work keepin' these critters standing still. Light!"

Tom looked at his companions. Cliff nodded and slid from his saddle. Nicky and Tom followed his example. There was no danger, that they could see, and on the ground they had more freedom of movement than while mounted on strange, and possibly unruly mustangs.

"Now," said Henry Morgan, seating himself on a boulder and rolling a cigarette expertly with his right hand, while three mystified, rather eager youths stood watching him, "now--Hen Morgan said he smelled money on you or around you, and he was right. 'Cause why? Look at it! You didn't ride out here to look for mining property; you come a-hunting for some news of a certain thing what happened a good while ago!"

"How do you know we did?" Nicky asked sharply.

With maddening deliberateness the man held up a hand for silence, searched for and found a crumpled card of matches, struck one and carefully ignited the end of his cigarette. Then, at last, he nodded.

"Hen Morgan is the only man who does know anything--but he don't know much."

"Well, if you know anything at all, when you found out that we were hunting for facts, why didn't you come out in the open and tell?" Tom said it angrily, for the suspense was torture to him.

"Hen Morgan uses his head, that's why!" He blew a cloud of smoke, coughed a little, and resumed his confidential, husky whispering. "You come here lookin' for news. That means money behind you. 'Cause why? 'Cause no three young lads comes all this way without money. Now, reasons I, they'll pay for news."

"Oh!" cried Tom, "I see. You know something and you want to bargain with us and sell your information for all you can get."

"It's what I'd expect," Nicky cut in.

"Come on, then," Cliff urged. "We'll pay you all your information turns out to be worth. But we'll go back and talk it over with my father, out in the open, not up here in the trail."

"Easy, easy!" begged Henry Morgan. "We won't go back, right yet. 'Cause why? 'Cause we'll make our bargain here."

Nicky impulsively caught his pony's saddle horn, started to lift a foot for the stirrup.

"Come on, fellows," he urged. "We'll go back and get help."

Tom was scratching his left ear quietly with his finger, and with one accord Nicky and Cliff folded their arms and the Mystery Boys' council was in session without an outward evidence that anyone could notice or read.

Tom shifted the visor of his cap a tiny bit one way, then back: it was a silent appeal, "What shall we do?"

Cliff picked up a pebble and shied it aimlessly to one side: that was a code sign which meant that the last word of every sentence in his next speech would have a meaning. Then he spoke up, carelessly.

"Let's see. You said what? You've got news? Likely, that is!"

Mentally, as he spoke, Tom noted the pauses, and then, connecting the words that ended each short sentence, he discerned that Cliff's advice was: "See--what--news--is!"

Tom moved the little finger of his right hand gently, knowing that Cliff watched for that sign of agreement: to use the left finger would mean denial or rejection of the advice; but Tom took it.

"You've got to let us know what you have to sell," he addressed Henry Morgan. "I'm willing to pass my word and strike hands on it, if you have any knowledge that will help us to find my missing sister, I will pay you anything within reason."

The three chums half expected Morgan to demur. If he told them what he knew it would be worthless to him; once they knew it they could use it. However, they got a slight surprise, for Morgan merely grinned and nodded.

"I'll tell you," he said, "'Cause why? 'Cause I want help. If I tell you, you can see how good it is--what I know. And even when I tell you, I'm still sure of my reward. 'Cause why? 'Cause I'll tell you everything but one man's name--and without that, you can't do a thing--at the same time Hen Morgan can show that he knows what you want to know."

He told them, quietly. They thrilled, they shuddered; they drew closer. Each and all, the Mystery Boys forgot that they were out on a lonely trail, forgot that the man was bargaining, in a way, for a human life. His story chained them in spellbound attention.

When he completed it, Tom held out his hand.

"Let's not make it a set figure," said Morgan, again surprising the trio. "'Cause why? 'Cause Hen Morgan has got a bigger stake to gain than what you could give. But you could help him to get it. And he could help you to get what you want. And so, everybody would be satisfied."

"Agree?" asked Tom's eyes, and the bent first finger that touched his right thumb. Nicky and Cliff signaled a "yes."

"That's reasonable," Tom nodded. "What do you expect us to do?"

"All I ask is that you pay the expense of the search--and take me along!"

"That's all?"

"The Golden Sun?" cried Nicky and Cliff together.

Henry nodded. "Yep," he agreed, "The Golden Sun. It's a mountain of gold, the way I understand about it. And I got as much right to it as this--other fellow. You'll see why later on. But I've got to have your word--you, the one who wants to find his sister!--that you'll help me--and maybe share with me in the mine, eh? 'Cause why? 'Cause Hen Morgan is generous, he is--and if you help him he'll help you."

"I pass my word," said Tom, solemnly, and gripped hands with Morgan, just a little hesitantly at the contact with the soiled, rough paw.

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