He's a hard citizen, a gun man, and brags of
eleven killin's in his time. Mr. Oldham or no one else couldn't pick up
a worse citizen to go deer hunting with. When you track up with him
next, be sure that he starts and keeps going before you stir out of your
tracks."
"You don't believe that deer hunting lie, do you?" asked Bob.
Ware chuckled.
"I was wondering if _you_ did," said he.
"I guess there's no doubt as to who the Modoc Mining Company is."
"Oldham?"
"No," said Bob; "Baker and the Power Company. Oldham is Baker's man."
Ware whistled.
"Well, I suppose you know what you're talking about," said he, "but it's
pretty generally understood that Oldham is on the other side of the
fence. He's been bucking Baker in White Oaks on some franchise business.
Everybody knows that."
Bob opened his eyes. Casting his mind back over the sources of his
information, he then remembered that intimation of the connection
between the two men had come to him when he had been looked on as a
member of the inner circle, so that all things were talked of openly
before him; that since Plant's day Oldham had in fact never appeared in
Baker's interests.
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