Free The Claim Jumpers by Stewart Edward White Page A

Lawton at all. O glory! He don't even know her name!" James in his turn went into a fit of laughing. In uncontrollable excitement Bennington seized him with his sound hand.
    "What is it? Tell me! What is her name, then?"
    "O Lord! Don't squeeze so! I'll tell you! Letup!"
    James dashed the back of his hand across his eyes.
    "What is her name?" repeated Bennington fiercely.
    "Wilhelmina Fay. We call her Bill for short."
    "And Jim Fay?"
    "Is her brother."
    "And the Lawtons?"
    "They board there."
    Across Bennington's mind flashed vaguely a suspicion that turned him faint with mortification.
    "Who is this Jim Fay?" he asked.
    "He's Jim Fay-James Leicester Fay, of Boston."
    "Not--"
    "Yes, exactly. The Boston Fays."
    Bert swung himself into the saddle. "Better not say anything to Bill about the young 'un's shoulder," called after him the ever-thoughtful James.
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