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.”

The stranger received several letters the next day and then a telegram.  Shortly after that he took to his bed.

“I am feeling worse,” said he to the bell boy who answered his ring.  “I want you to send for that doctor again.  Ask him to call about noon.”

“Yes, sir,” answered the boy, and Doctor Gardner was sent for without delay.  He came and made another examination and left some medicine.

“I’ll take the medicine regularly,” said the stranger, who was in bed.  But when the doctor had left he quietly poured half of the contents of the bottle into the wash bowl, where it speedily drained from sight!

“Don’t catch me drinking such rot,” he muttered to himself.  “I’d rather have some good liquor any day,” and he took a long pull from a black bottle he had in his valise.

About noon a carriage drove up to the hotel and two men alighted.

One led the way into the hotel and asked to see the register.

“I’d like to see Mr. David Ball,” said he to the clerk.

“Mr. Ball is sick.”

“So I have heard and that is why I wish to see him.”

“I’ll send up your card.”

“I don’t happen to have a card.  Tell him Mr. Anderson is here, from Philadelphia, with a friend of his.”

The message was sent to the sick man’s room, and word came down that he would see the visitors in a few minutes.