"Drop your weapon, Dolph Gage, and do it blazing quick, or I'll
shoot you where you stand!" sounded Jim's voice, low and businesslike.
"If any of you other galoots tries to raise his weapon I'll turn
and drop him."
As Jim Ferrers had a reputation in Nevada as a rifle shot the
others hesitated, then let their rifles drop to the ground.
"Hold them to their present good intentions, Jim," said Tom, with
a smile, as he continued to move forward. "Now, Mr. Gage---I
believe that's your name let me see what kind of notice you know
how to draw up."
"There 'tis," muttered Dolph sullenly, pointing to the board.
Tom read the notice through under his breath, word by word.
"You've done this sort of thing before, I guess, Gage," said Reade
quietly.
"You bet I have. Find it all reg'lar, too, don't you?"
"As nearly as I can tell, it is," agreed Tom.
"And the claim is ours."
"It's yours if you file the formal papers soon enough."
"They'll be filed first thing tomorrow morning," grunted Dolph
Gage.
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