You can get an
injunction, and--"
"The idea of anybody trying to hold our place for mineral land!"
Phoebe's indignation was cumulative always, and was now bubbling
into wrath. "Why, my grief! Thomas spent one whole summer
washing every likely spot around here. He never got anything
better than colors on this ranch--and you can get them anywhere
in Idaho, almost. And to come right into our garden, in the
right--and stake a placer claim!" Her anger seemed beyond further
utterance. "The idea!" she finished weakly.
"Well--but we mustn't let ourselves get excited," soothed
Baumberger, the shadow of him falling darkly upon Peaceful and
Phoebe as he strode along, upon the side next the sun. Peppajee
would have called that an evil thing, portending much trouble and
black treachery.
"That's where people always blunder in a thing like this. A
little cool-headedness goes farther than hard words or lead.
And," he added cheeringly, "it may be a false alarm, remember.
We won't borrow trouble.
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