"Half of that's for me and the other half's for you," he resumed. "I
ain't going to give you my notions until I've thought them over a
little; that's for me. As for you, if I was you, I'd just amble over and
talk the whole matter over with Mr. Welton and see what he thinks about
his end of it."
XX
This advice seemed so good that Bob acted upon it at his earliest
opportunity. He found Welton riding his old brindle mule in from the
bull donkey where he had been inspecting the work. The lumberman's red,
jolly face lit up with a smile of real affection as he recognized Bob,
an expression quickly changed, however, as he caught sight of the young
man's countenance.
"What's up, Bobby?" he inquired with concern; "anything happened?"
"Nothing yet; but I want to talk with you."
Welton immediately dismounted, with the laborious clumsiness of the man
brought up to other means of locomotion, tied Jane to a tree, and threw
himself down at the foot of a tall pine.
"Let's have it," said he.
"There have come into my hands some documents," said Bob, "that
embarrass me a great deal.
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