A moment later he was
on his feet, and had moved across to the front of the veranda, where he
stood, slim, erect, and with his back turned upon the others.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a steady voice.
"I can only hand you a decision on the intention as apart from the
legal aspect of the case," he said judicially. "It's clear to me no
saleable rights were given. There was no transaction over them. The
widow of this man had no rights to sell. If disinterested advice is
acceptable I should urge this. It's in view, I guess, of McFarlane's
expressed indifference to Peters' cattle grazing on his land. Let
Peters acknowledge he has no rights. Then let McFarlane enter into an
agreement that Peters can run his stock on his land, the right being
non-transferable. I should put the whole thing in writing."
"An' a darn good an' honest decision, too," cried Dug heartily.
The shadow of a beatific smile passed over Peters' small features.
"Bully!" he murmured. Then he added: "But I sort o' feel we both
oughter set the law on that--she devil.
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