"It looks like it." "Then," and the sheriff's voice went brusque, "what right have you to try to run these men off of property for which you've given them a bona-fide lease, and to which you've just admitted your signature as genuine ?" "I've--I've given no lease.

I--" "Then look 'em over.

If that isn't a lease to the lake and flume and flume site, and if the second one isn't a contract for stumpage at a dollar and a half a thousand feet,--well, then, I can't read." "But I'm telling you that I didn't give it to them." Houston had reached for the papers with a trembling hand.

"There's a fraud about it somewhere!" "I don't see where there can be any fraud when you admit your signature, and there's a notary's seal attached." "But there is! I can't tell you why--but--" "Statements like that don't count in law.

There are the papers and they're duly signed and you've admitted your signature.