The faded-out old town clerk looked Jack all over when he asked to
see the duplicate of a certain deed, remarking, as he led the way
to the Hall of Records,--it was under a table in the back room,--
"Reckon there's somethin' goin' on jedgin' from the way you New
Yorkers is lookin' into ore lands up here. There come a lawyer
only last month from a man named Breen, huntin' up this same
property."
The comparisons over and found to be correct, "starting from a
certain stone marked 'B' one hundred and eighty-seven feet East by
South," etc., etc., the whole party, including a small boy to help
carry the level and target and a reliable citizen who said he
could find the property blindfold--and who finally collapsed with
a "Goll darn!--if I know where I'm at!"--the five jumped onto a
mud-encrusted vehicle and started for the site.
Up hill and down hill, across one stream and then another; through
the dense timber and into the open again. Here their work began,
Jack handling the level (his Chief had taught him), Bangs holding
the target, MacFarlane taking a squint now and then so as to be
sure,--and then the final result,--to wit:--First, that the
Maryland Company's property, Arthur Breen & Co.
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