"But you haven't. I'm going to get this claim yet," Gage insisted.
"I've sent for a friend who hasn't taken up any mineral rights yet.
He will file the claim. See here!"
Gage moved aside, displaying a new board, on which a notice had
been written.
"That's signed with the name of the man the claim belongs to now,"
declared Gage, triumphantly.
Tom handed his bridle to Harry, then dismounted, bending over
to scan the new notice. It was a duplicate of the former one,
except that the new signature was that of one, Joseph Pringle.
"Where is Pringle?" Tom demanded.
"None of your business."
"But you see," explained the young engineer dryly, "it happens to be
my business."
From under his coat Reade drew forth a folding camera. Quickly
opening and focussing he held the camera close, pressing the bulb.
"That photograph will enlarge to almost any size," Tom declared.
"Now, then, Gage, do you claim that this strip has been claimed
by one, Pringle?"
"I do," scowled Gage, "and Pringle is our partner.
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