He just the same as accused dad right out of covering up valuable mineral land on purpose.
And he says the law's all on their side." He leaned hard against the stable, and drew his fingers across his forehead, white as a girl's when he pushed back his hat.

"Baumberger," he said cheerlessly, "was still talking injunction when I left, but--" He flung out his hand contemptuously.
"I wish dad wasn't so--" began Wally moodily, and let it go at that.
Good Indian threw up his head with that peculiar tightening of lips which meant much in the way of emotion.
"He'll listen to Baumberger, and he'll lose the ranch listening," he stated distinctly.

"If there's anything to do, we've got to do it." "We can run 'em off--maybe," suggested Jack, his fighting instincts steadied by the vivid memory of four rifles held by four men, who looked thoroughly capable of using them.
"This isn't a case of apple-stealing," Good Indian quelled sharply, and got his rope from his saddle with the manner of a man who has definitely made up his mind.
"What CAN we do, then ?" Wally demanded impatiently.
"Not a thing at present." Good Indian started for the little pasture, where Keno was feeding and switching methodically at the flies.

"You fellows can do more by doing nothing to-day than if you killed off the whole bunch." He came back in a few minutes with his horse, and found the two still moodily discussing the thing.

He glanced at them casually, and went about the business of saddling.
"Where you going ?" asked Wally abruptly, when Grant was looping up the end of his latigo.
"Just scouting around a little," was the unsatisfactory reply he got, and he scowled as Good Indian rode away..