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It was evident that she was thinking deeply. "Why doesn't Mr. Welton protect himself?" she inquired at length. "If he turned state's evidence before that man Baker did, wouldn't it work that way around?" "I don't believe it would," said Bob. "Baker was not the real principal in the offence, only an accessory. Besides, even if it were possible, Mr. Welton would not do such a thing.
"He seemed to have a special and personal enmity for me. I always felt it, but I couldn't make it out." "He had plenty of reasons for that. But it's funny Welton didn't recognize the whelp." "Mr. Welton never saw him," Bob explained "that is, until Newmark was dead. Then he recognized him instantly. What was it all about?" Orde indicated the bench on the cañon's edge. "Let's sit," said he.
"Who do you think we'd better get for woods foreman just in case Baker shouldn't take the job?" All next day the train puffed over the snow-blown plains. There was little in the prospect, save an inspiration to thankfulness that the cars were warm and comfortable. Bob and Welton spent the morning going over their plans for the new country.
Inside of two miles or so farther they left behind them the last member of the jam crew and came upon an outlying scout of the "rear." Then Welton began to take the shorter trails. At the end of another half-hour the two plumped into the full activity of the rear itself. Bob saw two crews of men, one on either bank, busily engaged in restoring to the current the logs stranded along the shore.
"Road closed to trespass by the Wolverine Company," the ranger stated impassively. Welton whistled. "That mean I can't get to my own property?" he asked. "My orders are to close this road to the Wolverine Company." "Well, you've obeyed orders. Now get out the way. Tell your chief he can go ahead on a trespass suit." But the old man shook his head.
On reaching the street, however, Welton made a bee-line for the bank through which he did most of his business. "Mr. Lee," he asked the president, "I want you to be frank with me. I am having certain dealings with the Forest Reserve, and I want to know how much I can depend on this man Smith." Lee crossed his white hands on his round stomach, and looked at Welton over his eyeglasses.
Welton, the cashier, who had been listening quietly, jumped to his feet and excitedly exclaimed: "That solves the mystery! I remember distinctly having placed that gold in a sack marked silver, as it was the only one we could find at the time."
Proctor, and their young-lady daughter wearing a marvellous "waterfall"; Angus McMullen, alone, his father detained professionally; Mrs. Cathcart and Georgie; young Bradford carrying his banjo, his wonderful raiment and his air of vast leisure; Welton, the lumberman, red-faced, jolly, popular and ungrammatical. The women guarded baskets. All greeted the Ordes with various degrees of hilarity.
"I do know that there are quite a number of people in trouble." Orde laughed. "Tell me about this Welton difficulty," said he. "Frank Taylor has our own matters well in hand. The opposition won't gain much by digging up that old charge against the integrity of our land titles. We'll count that much wiped off the slate." "I'm glad to hear it," said Bob heartily. "Well, the trouble with Mr.
Here he turned through the picket gate, and thundered on the door. It was almost immediately opened by a meek-looking woman of thirty. "Plant in?" demanded Welton. The meek woman had no opportunity to reply. "Sure! Sure! Come in!" roared the Supervisor's great voice.
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