Realizing that he could not bluff the young homesteaders, Simmons made out a receipt, whereupon Ted pushed the money toward him.
“I warn you not to leave this region until I have instructions from Washington about dealing with you,” admonished the registrar.
“You will find us on our homestead, if you want us,” returned Phil.
“If you go there, you do so at your own risk.”
“But our claim holds, pending your instructions from Washington?” demanded Phil.
“Yes.”
“Then come on, Ted. Oh, how soon may we expect to hear about it?”
“In two weeks, more or less.”
“Which will give us time to consult Mr. Hopkins,” commented the elder boy, and summoning all his dignity, he led the way from the office, his brother at his heels, while the registrar laughed unpleasantly.