'E 'elped us out!" Fairchild stopped.

It had not occurred to him before.

But now he saw it: that if Rodaine, as an expert on mining, had condemned the Blue Poppy, it could have meant only one thing, the denial of bond by the judge and the lack of freedom for Harry.

Fairchild rubbed a hand across his brow.
"I can't figure it," came at last.

"And especially since his son is the accuser and since I got the best of them both last night!" "Got the best of 'em?
You ?" The story was brief in its telling.