"Sure; I was only guying Ned--it's a shirt-waist for me. I'll play the
game, old man."


CHAPTER XIII: THE SHOT OF DEATH
Westcott's purpose in visiting the La Rosita mine was a rather vague
one. His thought had naturally associated Bill Lacy with whatever form
of deviltry had brought Beaton to the neighbourhood of Haskell, and he
felt convinced firmly that this special brand of deviltry had some
direct connection with the disappearance of Frederick Cavendish. Just
what the connection between these people might prove to be was still a
matter of doubt, but as Miss Donovan was seeking this information at
the hotel, all that remained for him to do at present was an
investigation of Lacy.
Yet it was not in the nature of the big miner to go at anything
recklessly. He possessed a logical mind and needed to think out
clearly a course of action before putting it into execution. This
revelation had come to him suddenly, and the conclusion which he had
arrived at, and expressed to the girl, was more of an inspiration than
the result of calm mental judgment.


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