“It would take years to settle the case,” put in Mr. Snodgrass. “No, I guess you are beaten, boys.”
“I will not give up yet,” said Jerry.
“What are you going to do?” asked Ned.
“I’m going to town, hire the best lawyer I can get, and see what he says. There may be a way out of this yet.”
“That’s the way to talk!” exclaimed Bob. “I’m with you.”
Jerry lost no time. He hurried to the auto, and with Bob for company made the run to town in record time. He was directed to a lawyer’s office, and, finding the attorney, who was a young chap, in, paid him a retainer and stated the case briefly.
“I just want to know how we stand, what sort of a claim there is against our title, and what we can do to perfect it,” said Jerry.
“It’s quite a lot of information to get at in a hurry,” said the lawyer, “but I’ll do my best. I’ll be ready for you at four o’clock this afternoon.”
“I’ll call for you then,” went on Jerry, “and take you back to Nestor’s shanty, where you can explain the whole thing to us.”