“Thinking of buying me out?” was the ironical retort of the man on the bed.
“Not quite. I’ve got another reason for wanting to know.”
“Then you better ask Cullison. The law says that if a man sells a relinquishment he can’t file on another claim. If he surrenders it for nothing he can. Now Luck may have notions of filing on another claim. You can see that we’ll have to take it for granted he gave me the claim.”
It was so neat an answer and at the same time so complete a one that O’Connor could not help appreciating it. He smiled and tried again.
“We’ll put that question in the discard. That paper was signed by Luck to-day. Where was he when you got it from him?”
“Sure it was signed to-day? Couldn’t it have been ante-dated?”
“You know better than I do. When was it signed?”
Fendrick laughed. He was watching the noted officer of rangers with narrowed wary eyes. “On advice of counsel I decline to answer.”
“Sorry, Cass. That leaves me only one thing to do. You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” demanded the sheepman sharply.