“But I haven’t seen the movie—I can’t testify to that—”
“Well, we have. And legally you have a very strong case.”
So legally I had a very strong case? I knew something about litigation—my whole association with Tabor had been involved in law suits. Most of them, to be sure, were suits about mining claims but there was also the secret Durango divorce suit and the legal battle with Bill Bush. No good had ever come out of all that except fees to the lawyers—neither of us had gained anything in money or in reputation.
“But I do not need $50,000,” I replied. “The Matchless will soon make many times that sum. But thank you very much indeed for your kindness and interest.”
I turned to Father Horgan and introduced a discussion of religious matters with him. Shortly, however, the lawyers cut in again.
“But you could certainly use $50,000 extra. And all you have to do is put your name on this line.”
They held out a paper already drawn up with an agreement for them to go ahead and sue in my name.
“But I’m not interested in the law. I’m interested in mining. To enter into such a business with you, I would have to learn many new things and I’m only interested in the price of silver, in high-grade ores and such like matters.”
“You don’t have to learn anything. Leave it all to us. We’ll tend to everything.”
“God will look after me. I put my trust in Him—not in men.”