He arrived at headquarters late in the afternoon. Already a thin wand of
smoke wavered up through the trees from Amy's little, open kitchen. The
open door of the shed office trickled forth a thin clicking of
typewriters. Otherwise the camp seemed deserted.
At Bob's halloo, however, both Thorne and old California John came to
the door. In two minutes he had all three gathered about the table under
the three big firs.
"In the first place, I want to say right now," he began, "that I have
the evidence to win the land case against the Modoc Mining Company."
"How?" demanded Thorne, leaning forward eagerly.
"Baker has boasted, before two witnesses, that his mineral entries were
fraudulent and made simply to get water rights and timber."
"Those witnesses will testify?"
"They will."
"Who are they?"
"Mr. Welton and myself."
"Glory be!" cried Thorne, springing to his feet and clapping Bob on the
back. "We've got him!"
"So that's what you've been up to for the past week!" cried Amy. "We've
been wondering where you had disappeared to!"
"Well, not precisely," grinned Bob; "I've been in durance vile.
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