As has been said, Geerusalem was at the time the Mecca of the gregarious creatures designated as wildcatters—ruthless, scoundrelly gentlemen who wax fat by selling worthless blocks of fabulous mining stock to gullibles and trusting innocents in far-away places, women being for the most part their easier victims. To-day, they were the power in Geerusalem, and Mrs. Liggs in her talk with Lex Sangerly had not exaggerated the methods of these money-grabbing rascals one whit. They controlled the camp and the representatives of the law. They had the respectable citizenry figuratively by the throat, the newspapers truckling to their wishes. Briefly, they did what they pleased; not altogether openly, however. There was a grand jury down at the county seat, a hundred miles or so away, that might ha
