"If you've filed your papers for this claim" Tom continued, lowering
his voice somewhat as they drew nearer to the four rascals. "Have
you any such paper to show us?"
"Perhaps not," growled Dolph Gage, his evil eyes seeming to shoot
flame. "But we've got our notice of claim nailed up here. We
got it here first, and now you can't file any mining entry at
Dugout City for this bit o' ground."
"Not if your notice is written in the prescribed language," Tom
admitted.
"Well, it is. Now, keep off this ground, or we'll shoot you so
full of holes that you'll all three pass for tolerable lead mines!"
"If you don't shoot and make a good job of it," Reade insisted,
"I'm going to look over your notice of claim and see whether it's
worded in a way that will hold in law."
"Drop 'em, boys! Don't let 'em near!" roared Dolph Gage, swinging
his rifle as though to bring it to his shoulder.
But Jim Ferrers had forestalled him. The guide was gazing at his
enemy through his rifle sights.
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