"You seem to be coming to your senses. Now, is this watch yours?"
"If he had it at all, he stole it from me."
"Very good; we'll investigate this. My young friend, come with me into the smoking-car."
The claimant protested uneasily, but the miner insisted.
He and Robert left the car and went into the one behind.
There about the middle of the car sat the man from whom Robert had received the watch.
Robert walked up to his first acquaintance.
"I want you to take back your watch," he said. "This man says it belongs to him."
The tall, thin man looked at his confederate. He saw that their little plan of frightening Robert into giving them ten dollars had failed.
"Did you send him in to me?" went on Robert.
"There is some mistake. I sent him in for it, but he misunderstood me."
He looked askance at the miner, who he saw was disposed to be a friend of Robert.
"Look here," said the miner sternly, "you are a precious pair of rascals. Your little game hasn't worked. I have seen such men as you before. I was on the vigilance committee in San Francisco some years ago, and such fellows as you we strung up to the nearest lamp-post. Can you make it convenient to get off at the next station?"
"That's where we intend to stop," said the tall man meekly.
"That is fortunate. It will save you a good deal of trouble. Now, boy, come back into the other car. We have no further business with these gentlemen."
Going back, they sat down in the same seat.
"I am very much obliged to you for getting me out of the scrape," said Robert gratefully.
"Crooks? Yes. They had all the signs. I've rubbed against such fellows before now. These fellows are not smart. They don't understand the rudiments of the business."
"You spoke of San Francisco. Have you been there?" asked Robert with interest.
"I lived there and at the mines for five years."
"You mean, did I strike it rich? Well, I had middling luck. I didn't go there for nothing. How much do you think I had when I landed at Frisco?"
"I had just three dollars and a half. I had one extra shirt, and that was about all."
"That wasn't a very large supply. Where did you go from?"
"I was raised in Vermont. Worked on a farm for dad till I was twenty-two. Then with fifty dollars, which I had in the savings bank, I started for California. Well, I got there at last, but my funds were almost gone. I got a chance to do some rough work till I had enough to go to the mines. There I made something of a pile, enough to pay off the mortgage on the old farm, and have ten thousand dollars left. I've just come from there."