"Modoc Mining Company's lands."
"Then you are the Modoc Mining Company?" asked Bob.
Baker eyed him again.
"Look here, my angel child," said he in a tone of good-humoured pity, "I
can make all that kind of talk in a witness box--if necessary. In any
case, I didn't come 'way out here to exchange that sort with you. You
know perfectly well I'm the Modoc Mining Company, and that I've got a
fine body of timber under the mineral act, and all the rest of it. You
know all this not only because you've got some sense, but because I told
you so before a competent witness. It stands to reason that I don't mind
telling you again where there are no witnesses. Now smoke up and join
the King's Daughters--let's have a heart-to-heart and find out how we
stand."
Bob laughed, and Baker, with entirely whole-hearted enjoyment, laughed
too.
"You're next on the list," said Bob, "and, personally, I think----"
Baker held up his hand.
"Let's not exchange thinks," said he. "I've got a few thinks coming
myself, you know. Let's stick to facts. Then the Government is going to
open up on us?"
"Yes.
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