"It seems to be getting the
fashion to be anxious," he drawled, and waited placidly for her
to speak.
"You just about swear by old Baumberger, don't you?" she began
presently, fiddling with her lead pencil and going straight to
the heart of what she wanted to say.
"Well, I dunno. I've kinda learned to fight shy of swearing by
anybody, Miss Georgie." His mild blue eyes settled attentively
upon her flushed face.
"That's some encouragement, anyhow," she sighed. "Because he's
the biggest old blackguard in Idaho and more treacherous than any
Indian ever could be if he tried. I just thought I'd tell you,
in case you didn't know it. I'm certain as I can be of anything,
that he's at the bottom of this placer-claim fraud, and he's just
digging your ranch out from under your feet while he wheedles
you into thinking he's looking after your interests. I'll bet
you never got an injunction against those eight men," she
hazarded, leaning toward him with her eyes sparkling as the
subject absorbed all her thoughts.
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