But Brown's horse was spent, and when he arrived at the Land Office, it was to find that application had been made for one hundred and sixty acres of mining land, including both sides of the Night Hawk ravine.

Brown stared hard at the entry.
"Is there no record of this claim having been entered before ?" said Brown.
"None," said the agent.
"This man," Brown said at length to the agent, "never saw the mine.
He is not the discoverer." "Who is ?" "A young friend of mine, Kalman Kalmar.

To that I can swear." And he told the story of the discovery, adding such details as he thought necessary in regard to Rosenblatt's character.
The official was sympathetic and interested.
"And how long is it since the discovery was made ?" he enquired.
"Six months or so." "And why was there no application sent in ?" Brown was silent.
"The Government cannot be responsible for neglect," he said.
"You have yourselves to blame for it.

Nothing can be done now." The door opened, and Brown turned to find Rosenblatt with a smile of triumph upon his face.

Before he was aware, his open hand had swung hard upon the grinning face, and Rosenblatt fell in a huddled heap into the corner.