Here they are."
He handed them to Welton. The lumberman ran them through in silence.
"Well," he commented cheerfully, "they seem to be all right. What's the
matter?"
"The matter is with the title to the land," said Bob.
Welton looked the list of records over more carefully.
"I'm no lawyer," he confessed at last; "but it don't need a lawyer to
see that this is all regular enough."
"Have you read the findings of the commission?"
"That stuff? Sure! That don't amount to anything. It's merely an
expression of opinion; and mighty poor opinion at that."
"Don't you see what I'm up against?" insisted Bob. "It will be in my
line of duty to open suit against the Wolverine Company for recovery of
those lands."
"Suit!" echoed Welton. "You talk foolish, Bob. This company has owned
these lands for nearly thirty years, and paid taxes on them. The records
are all straight, and the titles clear."
"It begins to look as if the lands were taken up contrary to law,"
insisted Bob; "and, if so, I'll be called upon to prosecute." "Contrary
to your grandmother," said Welton contemptuously. "Some of your young
squirts of lawyers have been reading their little books.
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