"He certainly doesn't seem to be well," answered Andrew Mallison. "It runs in my mind that I have seen him before, but I can't place him," went on our hero. "You must be mistaken, Joe. I questioned him and he says this is his first trip to the East, although he has frequently visited St. Louis and Chicago." On the following day the man called for a physician and Doctor Gardner was sent for. "I've got pains here," said the man from the West, and pointed to his chest. "Do you think I am getting consumption?" The Riverside physician made a careful examination and then said the man had probably strained himself. "Reckon I did," was the ready answer. "I was in the mine and a big rock came down on me. I had to hold it up for ten minutes before anybody came to my aid. I thought I was a dead one sure." "I will give you some medicine and a liniment," said the doctor. "Perhaps you'll feel better after a good rest." And then he left. That afternoon Joe had to go up into the hotel for something and passed the room of the new boarder. He saw the man standing by the window, gazing out on the water. "I'm dead certain I've seen him before," mused our hero. "It is queer I can't think where." Doctor Gardner wanted to be taken across the lake and Joe himself did the job. As he was rowing he asked about the man who had signed the hotel register as David Ball from Montana. "Is he very sick, doctor?" "No, I can't say that he is," was the physician's answer. "He looks to be as healthy as you or I." "It's queer he keeps to his room." "Perhaps something happened out at his mine to unsettle his nerves. He told me of some sort of an accident." "Is he a miner?" "He is a mine owner, so Mr. Mallison told me, but he never heard of the man before."