Part 33 (1/2)

By way of answer the fat man dropped his paper, and mopped his brow.

”We've rented our sheep grazing to Mr. Lejeune, here, as I understand we've been doing for some years. He tells me you have refused him permission to cross the Forest Reserve with his flocks.”

”That's right,” grunted Plant.

”What for?”

”I believe, young man, granting permits is discretionary with the Supervisor,” stated that individual.

”I suppose so,” agreed Bob. ”But Mr. Lejeune has always had permission before. What reason do you a.s.sign for refusing it?”

”Wilful trespa.s.s,” wheezed Plant. ”That's what, young man. His sheep grazed over our line. He's lucky that I don't have him up before the United States courts for damages as well.”

Lejeune started to speak, but Bob motioned him to silence.

”I'm sure we could arrange for past damages, and guarantee against any future trespa.s.s,” said he.

”Well, I'm sure you can't,” stated Plant positively. ”Good day.”

But Bob was not willing to give up thus easily. He gave his best efforts either to arguing Plant into a better frame of mind, or to discovering some tangible reason for his sudden change of front in regard to the sheep.

”It's no use,” he told Lejeune, later, as they walked down the street together. ”He's undoubtedly the right to refuse permits for cause; and technically he has cause if your sheep got over the line.”

”But what shall I do!” cried Lejeune. ”My s.h.i.+p mus' have feed!”

”You pasture them or feed them somewhere for a week or so, and I'll let you know,” said Bob. ”We'll get you on the land or see you through somewhere else.”

He mounted his horse stiffly and rode back up the street. Plant still sat in his armchair like a bloated spider. On catching sight of Bob, however, he heaved himself to his feet and waddled to the gate.

”Here!” he called. Bob drew rein. ”It has been reported to me that your firm has constructed a flume across 36, and a wagon road across 14, 22, 28, and 32. Those are government sections. I suppose, of course, your firm has permits from Was.h.i.+ngton to build said improvements?”

”Naturally,” said Bob, who, however, knew nothing whatever of those details.

”Well, I'll send a man up to examine them to-morrow,” said Plant, and turned his back.

V

Bob took supper at Auntie Belle's, and rode up the mountain after dark.

He did not attempt short cuts, but allowed his horse to follow the plain grade of the road. After a time the moon crept over the zenith, and at once the forest took on a fairylike strangeness, as though at the touch of night new worlds had taken the place of the vanished old. Somewhere near midnight, his body s.h.i.+vering with the mountain cold, his legs stiff and chafed from the long, unaccustomed riding, but his mind filled with the wonder and beauty of the mountain night, Bob drew rein beside the corrals. After turning in his horse, he walked through the bright moonlight to Welton's door, on which he hammered.

”Hey!” called the lumberman from within.

”It's I, Bob.”

Welton scratched a match.

”Why in blazes didn't you come up in the morning?” he inquired.