It was Judson Eells; she would know him anywhere from the description that Wunpost had given, and as he came towards the hole she took in every detail of this man who was predestined to be her enemy. He was big and fat, with a high George the Third nose and the florid smugness of a country squire, and as he returned Wunpost's greeting his pendulous lower lip was thrust up in arrogant scorn. He came on confidently, and behind him like a shadow there followed a mysterious second person. His nose was high and thin, his cheeks gaunt and furrowed, and his eyes seemed brooding over some terrible wrong which had turned him against all mankind. At first glance his face was terrifying in its fierceness, and then the very badness of it gave the effect of a caricature. His eyebrows were too black, his lips too grim, his jaw too firmly set; and his haggard eyes looked like those of a woman who is about to burst into hysterical tears. It was Pisen-face Lynch, and as Wunpost caught his eye he gave way to a mocking smirk. "Ah, good morning, Mr. Eells," he called out cordially, "good morning, good morning Mr. Lynch! Well, well, glad to see you--how's the bad man from Bodie? Meet my partner, Miss Wilhelmina Campbell!" He presented her gallantly and as Wilhelmina bowed she felt their hostile eyes upon her. "Like to look at our mine?" rattled on Wunpost affably. "Well, here it is, and she's a world-beater. Take a squint at that rock--you won't need no glasses--how's that, Mr. Eells, for the pure quill?" Eells looked at the specimen, then looked at it again, and slipped it into his pocket. "Yes, rich," he said in a deep bass voice, "very rich--it looks like a mine. But--er--did I understand you to say that Miss Campbell was your partner? Because really you know----" "Yes, she's my partner," replied Wunpost. "We hold the controlling interest. Got a couple more partners that own a third." "Because really," protested Eells, "under the terms of our contract----" "Oh, to hell with your contract!" burst out Wunpost scornfully. "Do you think that will hold over here?" "Why, undoubtedly!" exclaimed Eells. "I hope you didn't think--but no matter, I claim half of this mine." "You won't get it," answered Wunpost. "This is over in California. Your contract was made for Nevada." "It was made _in_ Nevada," corrected Judson Eells promptly, "but it applied to all claims, _wherever found_! Would you like to see a copy of the contract?" He turned to the automobile, and like a jack-in-the-box a little lean man popped out. "No!" roared Wunpost, and looked about wildly, at which Cole Campbell stepped up beside him. "What's the trouble?" he asked, and as Wunpost shouted into his ear Campbell shook his head and smiled dubiously. "Let's look at the contract," he suggested, and Wunpost, all unstrung, consented. Then he grabbed him back and yelled into his ear: "_That's_ no good now--he's used it once already!"