“Very well. I will take these papers, and go to court with them. If I am successful, as I have no doubt I shall be, I will apply to the sheriff to oust the crowd that is in charge of the mine. Then you and Mr. Bell can take possession.”
“That’s the way to talk!” fairly yelled Nestor, who was anxious to get back to the “diggings.”
The lawyer was hurried back to town in the auto. Nothing could be done that afternoon, as the court was closed. He promised to be on hand early in the morning.
The boys could hardly sleep that night. Mr. Bell seemed to have fully recovered, and, beyond a slight pain where the bullet had hit him, he did not suffer. It was late when they went to bed, and somewhat late when they arose.
“I’m going into town and see what’s doing,” said Jerry after breakfast.
“So am I,” cried Ned and Bob.
“Better not,” went on Jerry. “If I have to bring back the lawyer, and the sheriff and some of his deputies to read the riot act to the gang, I’ll need all the room there is.”
So Jerry went off alone in the car. He did not find the lawyer in, but the attorney’s clerk said he was at court.
“I’ll wait until he comes back,” said Jerry, and he sat down in the office. Two hours later, the lawyer came in.