"
Bob stared at the old man so long that the latter felt called upon to
reassure him.
"I wouldn't take it so hard, if I was you, son," said he. "I really
don't think all these bluffs of Baker's amount to much. The findings of
that commission ain't never been acted on, which would seem to show that
it didn't come to nothing at the time; and I don't have the slightest
notion in the world but what the whole thing will blow up in smoke."
"As far as that is concerned, I haven't either," said Bob; "though you
never can tell, and defending such a suit is always an expensive matter.
But here's the trouble; my father is Congressman from Michigan, he's
been in several pretty heavy fights this last year, and has some
powerful enemies; he is up for reelection this fall."
"Suffering cats!" whistled California John.
"A lot could be made of a suit of that nature," said Bob, "whether it
had any basis, or not."
"I've run for County Supervisor in my time," said California John
simply.
"Well, what is your advice?" asked Bob.
"Son, I ain't got none," replied the old man.
That very evening a messenger rode over from the mill bringing a summons
from Welton.
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