Arthur M. Winfield

“ The crowd of newsboys and hackmen made Dick smile. "It's a good deal like New York, isn't it?" he observed.
"Yes, indeed," replied Sam. "Where shall we go—to the Western Palace?"
"We might as well. The sooner we find this Jack Wumble the better."
At that moment the burly man who had talked to Tom in the dining car brushed up to them.
"Good-morning, my young friend," he said to Tom. "Can I be of any assistance to you?"
"It I don't know as you can," replied Tom coldly. "I guess we can find our way around." ”

“ Sam and Tom gave a look, but by this time Henry Bradner had disappeared from view.
"You are sure that you saw him, Dick?" asked Sam.
"I am positive. Boys, do you know what I think? I think he is a sharper, and imagines he has three green country boys with money to deal with."
"Well, if he thinks that he is much mistaken," was Tom's comment. "In the first place we are not so very green, and in the second our cash account is rather limited."
"We spoke about a mine, and he may imagine that we carry several thousands of dollars with us."
"If he's a sharper why did he try to find Wumble for us?" ”

“ Rover had said concerning Jack Wumble, the boys swallowed it without hesitation, and they were inclined to believe that Henry Bradner was all right, after all.
"Will you register here?" went on the man.
"No, I don't like the looks of the place," answered Dick promptly. "We are not of the drinking kind," he added.
The burly man looked dark and disappointed.
"It's a good hotel, when once you get used to it," he said.
But Dick shook his head and said he would go elsewhere, and motioning to Tom and Sam he led the way to the sidewalk once more. Henry Bradner followed them. ”