We're going
to work this claim with him, and you're trespassing."
"Is that Pringle's own signature?" Tom insisted.
"None of your business!"
"You've given me that same kind of an answer before," Tom smiled.
"As it happens, this is our business. Gage, the writing of that
notice looks exactly like your writing, and Pringle's alleged
signature is in the same hand-writing. If you've signed Pringle's
name---and I charge that you have---then that notice has no legal
value whatever. Recollect, I have a photograph of the notice
and signature, and that this notice in turn, so that you may remember
that the writing throughout is the same that my photograph is going
to reveal."
Jim Ferrers quickly came forward. Gage stepped squarely in front
of the board holding the notice. But Tom took a swift step forward.
Gage, shaking, drew back out of possible reach of Reade's fists.
Then, one after the other, the other members of Tom's party inspected
the writing.
"Much good may it do you!" jeered Dolph Gage harshly.
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