"Is there any real mineral there?" inquired Thorne.
"Not that anybody ever heard of," said California John, who was himself an old miner; "but gold is where you find it," he added cautiously.
"How"s the timber?"
"It"s the best stand I"ve seen in the mountains," said Bob.
"Well," observed Thorne, "of course it wouldn"t do to say so, but I think we"ve run against the source of our opposition in the Samuels case."
"That explains Erbe"s taking the case," put in Bob; "he"s counsel for most of these corporations."
"The fact that this is not a mineral country," continued Thorne, "together with the additional considerations of a thousand claims in so limited an area, and the recent date, makes it look suspicious. I imagine the Modoc Mining Company intends to use a sawmill, rather more than a stamp mill."
"Who are they?" asked California John.
"We must find that out. Also we must ourselves ascertain just what colour of mineral there is over there."
"That ought to be on the records somewhere already," Amy pointed out.
"Plant"s records," said Thorne drily.
"I"m ashamed to say I haven"t looked up the mineral lands act,"
confessed Bob. "How did they do it?"
"Well, it"s simple enough. The company made application under the law that allows mineral land in National Forests to be "freely prospected, located, developed and patented." It is necessary to show evidence of "valuable deposits.""
"Gold and silver?"
"Not necessarily. It may be even building stone, or fine clay, limestone or slate. Then it"s up to the Forest Officer to determine whether the deposits are actually "valuable" or not. You can drive a horse and cart through the law; and it"s strictly up to the Forest Officer--or has been in the past. If he reports the deposits valuable, and on that report a patent is issued, why that settles it."
"Even if the mineral is a fake?"
"A patent is a patent. The time to head off the fraud is when the application is made."
"Cannot the t.i.tle be upset if fraud is clearly proved?"
"I do not see how," replied Thorne. "Plant is dead. The law is very liberal. Predetermining the value of mineral deposits is largely a matter of personal judgment. The company could, as we have seen, bring an enormous influence to bear."
"Well," said Bob, "that land will average sixty thousand feet to the acre. That"s about a billion and a half feet. It"s a big stake."
"If the company wasn"t scared, why did they try so hard to head us off?"
observed California John shrewdly.
"It will do us no harm to investigate," put in Bob, his eye kindling with eagerness. "It won"t take long to examine the indications those claims are based on."
"It"s a ticklish period," objected Thorne. "I hate to embarra.s.s the Administration with anything ill-timed. We have much to do straightening out what we now have on hand. You must remember we are short of men; we can"t spare many now."
"I"ll tell you," suggested Amy. "Put it up to the Chief. Tell him just how the matter stands. Let him decide."
"All right; I"ll do that," agreed Thorne.
In due time the reply came. It advised circ.u.mspection in the matter; but commanded a full report on the facts. Time enough, the Chief wrote, to decide on the course to be pursued when the case should be established in their own minds.
Accordingly Thorne detached Bob and Ware to investigate the mineral status of the Basin. The latter"s long experience in prospecting now promised to stand the Service in good stead.
The two men camped in the Basin for three weeks, until the close of which time they saw no human being. During this period they examined carefully the various ledges on which the mineral claims had been based.
Ware p.r.o.nounced them valueless, as far as he could judge.
"Some of them are just ordinary quartz dikes," said he. "I suppose they claim gold for them. There"s nothing in it; or if this does warrant a man developing, then every citizen who lives near rock has a mine in his back yard."
Nevertheless he made his reports as detailed as possible. In the meantime Bob accomplished a rough, or "cruiser"s" estimate of the timber.
As has been said, they found the Basin now quite deserted. The trail to Sycamore Flats had apparently not been travelled since George Pollock had ridden down it to give himself up to authority. Their preliminary labours finished, the two Forest officers packed, and were on the very point of turning up the steep mountain side toward the lookout, when two hors.e.m.e.n rode over the flat rock.
Naturally Bob and Ware drew up, after the mountain custom, to exchange greetings. As the others drew nearer, Bob recognized in one the slanting eyegla.s.ses, the close-lipped, gray moustache and the keen, cold features of Oldham. Ware nodded at the other man, who returned his salutation as curtly.
"You"re off your beat, Mr. Oldham," observed Bob.
"I"m after a deer," replied Oldham. "You are a little off your own beat, aren"t you?"
"My beat is everywhere," replied Bob carelessly.
"What devilment you up to now, Sal?" Ware was asking of the other man, a tall, loose-jointed, freckle-faced and red-haired individual with an evil red eye.
"I"m earnin" my salary; and I mis...o...b.. you ain"t," sneered the individual thus addressed.
"As what; gun man?" demanded Ware calmly.
"You may find that out sometime."
"I"m not as easy as young Franklin was," said Ware, dropping his hand carelessly to his side. "Don"t make any mistakes when you get around to your demonstration."
The man said nothing, but grinned, showing tobacco-stained, irregular teeth beneath his straggling, red moustache.
After a moment"s further conversation the little groups separated. Bob rode on up the trail. Ware followed for perhaps ten feet, or until out of sight behind the screen of willows that bordered the stream. Then, without drawing rein, he dropped from his saddle. The horse, urged by a gentle slap on the rump, followed in the narrow trail after Bob and the pack animal. Ware slipped quietly through the willows until he had gained a point commanding the other trail. Oldham and his companion were riding peacefully. Satisfied, Ware returned, climbed rapidly until he had caught up with his horse, and resumed his saddle. Bob had only that moment noticed his absence.
"Look here, Bob," said Ware, "that fellow with Mr. Oldham is a man called Saleratus Bill. He"s a hard citizen, a gun man, and brags of eleven killin"s in his time. Mr. Oldham or no one else couldn"t pick up a worse citizen to go deer hunting with. When you track up with him next, be sure that he starts and keeps going before you stir out of your tracks."
"You don"t believe that deer hunting lie, do you?" asked Bob.
Ware chuckled.
"I was wondering if _you_ did," said he.
"I guess there"s no doubt as to who the Modoc Mining Company is."
"Oldham?"