"Erbe's head and shoulders above the rest," said Welton. "He has half
the business. He's for Baker's interests, and our own; and he's shrewd.
Maybe you'll get into trouble yourself some day, Bob. Better send for
him. He's the greatest criminal lawyer in the business."
Bob laughed heartily with his old employer. From Poole he easily
obtained currency for his personal check of two hundred dollars. This
would do to go on with for the time being. He wrote Erbe's name and
address--in a disguised hand--on a piece of rough brown paper. This he
wrapped around the money, and deposited by the alarm clock on the rough
log mantelpiece of his cabin. The place was empty. When he had returned
from his invited supper with the Thornes, the package had disappeared.
He did not again catch sight of Jack Pollock, for next morning he
started out on his errand to the north end.
XIII
At noon of the second day of a journey that led him up the winding
watered valleys of the lower ranges, Bob surmounted a ridge higher than
the rest and rode down a long, wide slope. Here the character of the
country changed completely.
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