"I guess so," she admitted, answering the last question first.
"I haven't had a real good chance to talk to Thomas all day.
Baumberger has been with him most of the time. But I guess he
is; anyway, Baumberger seems to take it for granted he's got the
case. Thomas hates to hurt anybody's feelings, and, even if he
didn't want him, he'd hate to say so. But he's as good a lawyer
as any, I guess. And Thomas seems to like him well enough.
Thomas," she reminded Good Indian unnecessarily, "never does say
much about anything."
"I'd like to get a chance to talk to him," Good Indian observed.
"I'll have to just lead him off somewhere by main strength, I
guess. Baumberger sticks to him like a bur to a dog's tail.
What are those fellows doing down there now ? Does anybody
know?"
"You heard what he said to me just now," Phoebe said,
impatiently. "He don't want anybody to go near. It's terribly
aggravating," she confessed dispiritedly, "to have a lot of
ruffians camped down, cool as you please, on your own ranch, and
not be allowed to drive 'em off.
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