You come along, too. Don't you know that burnin'
witches is murder?'" California John spat with vigour. "Oh, hell!" said
he.
"Now, Baker," he went on, after a moment, "is Saleratus Bill because he
knows he's agin what the people knows is the law; and the other fellows
is old Salem because they lived like they were told to. Even old Salem
would know that he couldn't burn no witches nowadays. These old timers
ain't the ones trying to steal land now, you notice. They're too damn
honest. You don't need to tell me that you believe for one minute when
he took up this Wolverine land, that your father did anything that he,
_or anybody else_, courts included, thought was off-colour."
"My father!" cried Bob.
"Why, yes," said California John, looking at him curiously; "you don't
mean to say you didn't know he is the Wolverine Company!"
XXII
"Well," said California John, after a pause, "after you've made your
jump there ain't much use in trying to turn back. If you didn't know it,
why it was evident you wasn't intended to know it. But I was in the
country when your father bought the land, so I happened to know about
it.
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