I've got some of daddy's law-books over in my
trunk, and maybe I can look it up and make sure. But I know they
haven't filed their claims yet. They've GOT to take possession
first, and they've got to show a sample of ore, or dust, it would
be in this case. The best thing to do--" She drew her eyebrows
together, and she pinched her under lip between her thumb and
forefinger, and she stared abstractedly at Good Indian. "Oh,
hurry up, Grant!" she cried unguardedly. "Think--think HARD,
what's best to do!"
"The only thing I can think of," he scowled, "is to kill that--"
"And that won't do, under the circumstances," she cut in airily."
There'd still be the eight. I'D like," she declared viciously,
"to put rough-on-rats in his dinner, but I intend to refrain from
doing as I'd like, and stick to what's best."
Good Indian gave her a glance of grateful understanding. "This
thing has hit me hard," he confided suddenly. "I've been holding
myself in all day. The Harts are like my own folks.
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