"I suppose so. Probably enough to clean the four men out. But though of course I should enjoy getting the property or money that was rightfully my father's and now mine, still I'd let that go if I could secure the satisfaction of making the four men pay in the coin I want." "Don't be a fool, Weir. Don't overlook any bets, as the saying is. Taking their property away from them will but add to their pain and to your pleasure. Now we must see if Dent's heirs can be found. I suggest that you employ some good attorney to start a hunt along that line, for an action by Dent's relatives will indirectly strengthen your own case. I'm doubtful about one thing, however----" "What is that?" "Your courts here, and the value of this old Mexican's deposition. The case could be brought in a Federal Court as you're a non-resident, which would solve the first point, but how much weight would this Mexican's testimony have against white men of standing and after a period of thirty years. If you could find another witness----" "There was one, a white boy, so Martinez hinted," Weir said. "Find him, find him. Search the whole country until you find him!" "That's a big undertaking, when I don't even know his name or whether he's alive." "Begin nevertheless." "Well, I had better find my lost paper or secure another statement from old Saurez first. At present I have absolutely nothing that a court would look at; I haven't as much as I had yesterday. And even Martinez has been spirited away." Pollock smiled. "I'm interested, greatly interested," he said. "I'm not actively engaged in legal affairs at home and I may stay on here awhile longer. Perhaps I can assist you; it promises excitement, at any rate. After dry corporation matters, it should be a refreshing change--and I haven't had a real vacation in years. Possibly this is the time to take one." "I appreciate your kindness in speaking so, Mr. Pollock." "But I'm quite selfish; I'm seeking entertainment. And your peppery affairs promise it. Do you give me permission to take a hand?" "Gladly." "Then as a beginning I'll go to town. Saurez, you say, was the old Mexican's name? And give me the facts again as you know them about the affair of your father and the man Dent in the saloon." Pollock listened closely as Steele Weir repeated the story. "That's all I know, and it's meager at best," the engineer concluded. "Pity you didn't get to read the deposition, which would have increased your fund of information. More unfortunate it is that you haven't the paper itself. But we'll do the best we can without it for the present. Kindly have some one drive me in to San Mateo." "Atkinson, the superintendent, is going there for me. I thought he might pick up something of Martinez' whereabouts." "Where does Judge Gordon live?" "I can't tell you that. But you can easily learn when you reach town."