“Suffering cats!” whistled California John.

“A lot could be made of a suit of that nature,” said Bob, “whether it had any basis, or not.”

“I’ve run for County Supervisor in my time,” said California John simply.

“Well, what is your advice?” asked Bob.

“Son, I ain’t got none,” replied the old man.

That very evening a messenger rode over from the mill bringing a summons from Welton.  Bob saddled up at once.  He found the lumberman, not in the comfortable sitting room at his private sleeping camp, but watching the lamp alone in the office.  As Bob entered, his former associate turned a troubled face toward the young man.

“Bob,” said he at once, “they’ve got the old man cinched, unless you’ll help out.”

“How’s that?”

“You remember when we first came in here how Plant closed the road and the flume right-of-way on us because we didn’t have the permit?”

“Of course.”

“Now, Bob, you remember how we was up against it, don’t you?  If we hadn’t gone through that year we’d have busted the business absolutely.  It was just a case of hold-up and we had to pay it.  You remember?”

“Yes.”

“Well!” burst out Welton, bringing his fist down, “now this hound, Baker, sends up his slick lawyer to tell me that was bribery, and that he can have me up on a criminal charge!”

“He’s bluffing,” said Bob quietly.  “I remember all about that case.  If I’d known as much then of inside workings as I do now, I’d have taken a hand.  But Baker himself ran the whole show.  If he brings that matter into court, he’ll be subject to the same charge; for, if you remember, he paid the money.”

“Will he!” shouted Welton.  “You don’t know the lowlived skunk!  Erbe told me that if this suit was brought and you testified in the matter, that Baker would turn state’s evidence against me!  That would let him off scot-free.”

“What!” said Bob incredulously.  “Brand himself publicly as a criminal and tell-tale just to get you into trouble!  Not likely.  Think what that would mean to a man in his position!  It would be every bit as bad as though he were to take his jail sentence.  He’s bluffing again.”

“Do you really think so?” asked Welton, a gleam of relief lightening the gloom of his red, good-natured face.  “I’ll agree to handle the worst river crew you can hand out to me; but this law business gets me running in circles.”

“It does all of us,” said Bob with a sigh.

“I concluded from Erbe’s coming up here that you had decided to tell about what you knew.  That ain’t so, is it?”

“I don’t know; I can’t see my duty clearly yet.”

“For heaven’s sake, Bobby, what’s it to you!” demanded Welton exasperated.

But Bob did not hear him.

“I think the direct way is the best,” he remarked, by way of thinking aloud.  “I’m going to keep on going to headquarters.  I’m going to write father and put it straight to him how he did get those lands and tell him the whole situation; and I’m going down to interview Baker, and discover, if I can, just how much of a bluff he is putting up.”