CHAPTER IX. SLUICE ROBBERS
"We must have money," said Glenister a few days later. "When McNamara jumped our safe he put us down and out. There's no use fighting in this court any longer, for the Judge won't let us work the ground ourselves, even if we give bond, and he won't grant an appeal. He says his orders aren't appealable. We ought to send Wheaton out to 'Frisco and have him take the case to the higher courts. Maybe he can get a writ of supersedeas."
"I don't rec'nize the name, but if it's as bad as it sounds it's sure horrible. Ain't there no cure for it?"
"It simply means that the upper court would take the case away from this one."
"Well, let's send him out quick. Every day means ten thousand dollars to us. It 'll take him a month to make the round trip, so I s'pose he ought t
