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"Glad to get rid of you," Miss Kinney assured him promptly, but

with a bright smile that neutralized the effect of her sauciness.

"Mrs. Collins and I want to have a talk."

The way to the Jackrabbit lay up a gulch behind the town. Up one

incline was a shaft-house with a great gray dump at the foot of

it. This they left behind them, climbing the hill till they came

to the summit.

The ranger pointed to another shaft-house and dump on the next

hillside.

"That's the Mal Pais, from which the district is named. Dunke

owns it and most of the others round here. His workings and ours

come together in several places, but we have boarded up the

tunnels at those points and locked the doors we put in. Wonder

where Brown is? I told him to meet me here to let us down."