"What!"

The old man in turn was on his feet, the grudge which he had felt
against Glenister in the past few days forgotten in this common
misfortune.

"Yes, by Heaven, they've swiped our money--our tents, tools,
teams, books, hose, and all of our personal property--everything!
They threw Johnson off and took the whole works. I never heard of
such a thing. I went out to the claim and they wouldn't let me go
near the workings. They've got every mine on Anvil Creek guarded
the same way, and they aren't going to let us come around even
when they clean up. They told me so this morning."

"But, look here," demanded Dextry, sharply, "the money in that
safe belongs to us. That's money we brought in from the States.
The court 'ain't got no right to it. What kind of a damn law is
that?"

"Oh, as to law, they don't pay any attention to it any more," said
Glenister, bitterly. "I made a mistake in not killing the first
man that set foot on the claim. I was a sucker, and now we're up
against a stiff game. The Swedes are in the same fix, too. This
last order has left them groggy." "I don't understand it yet,"
said Dextry.

"Why, it's this way. The Judge has issued what he calls an order
enlarging the powers of the receiver, and it authorizes McNamara
to take possession of everything on the claims--tents, tools,
stores, and personal property of all kinds. It was issued last