those Tintacker Mines," he said. "Mr. Hicks knows a good deal about mining properties, and he can check my work as we go along."
So the three repaired to the county offices and the lawyer turned up the first records of the claims around Tintacker.
"There is only one mine called Tintacker," he explained. "The adjacent mines are Tintacker claims. The camp that sprang up there and flourished fifteen years ago, was called Tintacker, too. But for more than ten years the kiotes have held the fort over there for the most part—eh, Mr. Hicks?"
"And that crazy feller that's been around yere for some months," the ranchman said.
"What crazy fellow is that?" demanded Lawyer Savage, quickly.
"Why, thar's been a galoot around Tintacker ever since Spring opened. I dunno but he was thar in the winter"
"Young man, or old?" interrupted Savage.
"Not much more'n a kid, my boys say."
"You've never seen him?"
"No. But I believe he set the grass afire the other day, and made us a heap of trouble along Larruper Crick," declared the ranchman.
The lawyer looked thoughtful. "There was a young fellow here twice to look up the Tintacker properties. He came to see me the first time—
