"I've spent more than that. But never mind, my boy, fortune will favor us again in the near future." A crash of thunder drowned out the conversation following, and Joe hurried back to where he had left Ned. "Well, have you found out who they are?" demanded the rich youth, impatiently. "No, Ned, but I am sure of one thing." "What is that?" "They are two bad men." "What makes you think that?" "They said something about having to get out of the city, and one spoke about being nabbed. Evidently they went away to avoid arrest." At this announcement Ned Talmadge whistled softly to himself. "Phew! What shall we do about it?" he asked, with a look of concern on his usually passive face. Joe shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what to do." "Let us listen to what they have to say. Maybe we'll strike some clew to what they have been doing." "Would that be fair--to play the eaves-dropper?" "Certainly--if they are evildoers. Anybody who has done wrong ought to be locked up for it," went on Ned boldly. With caution the two boys made their way to the narrow window, and Ned looked in as Joe had done. The backs of the two men were still towards the opening, so the lads were not discovered. "What is this new game?" they heard the man called Malone ask, after a peal of thunder had rolled away among the mountains. "It's the old game of a sick miner with some valuable stocks to sell," answered Gaff Caven. "Have you got the stocks?" "To be sure--one thousand shares of the Blue Bell Mine, of Montana, said