There's no chance for any legal quibbling in that--IS there ?" "That's about as straight as he could put it," Good Indian agreed, his face losing a little of its anxiety.
"Well, we'll just browse along for more of the same," she suggested cheerfully, and went back to the index.

But first she drew a lead pencil from where it had been stabbed through her hair, and marked the letter with heavy brackets, wetting the lead on her tongue for emphasis.
"'Agricultural Claimants Entitled to Full Protection,'" she read hearteningly from the index, and turned hastily to see what was to be said about it.

It happened to be another decision rendered in a letter, and they jubilated together over the sentiment conveyed therein.
"Now, here is what I was telling you, Grant," she said suddenly, after another long minute of studying silently the index.

"'Eight Locaters of Placer Ground May Convey to One Party'-- and Baumberger's certainly that party!--'Who Can Secure Patent for One Hundred and Sixty Acres.' We'll just read up on that, and find out for sure what the conditions are.
Now, here"-- she had found the page quickly--"listen to this: "'I have to state that if eight bona-fide locaters' ("Whether they're that remains to be proven, Mr.Baumberger!") 'each having located twenty acres, in accordance with the congressional rules and regulations, should convey all their right, title, and interest in said locations to one person, such person might apply for a patent--' "And so on into tiresomeness.

Really, I'm beginning to think Baumberger's awfully stupid, to even attempt such a silly thing.