On hearing of Thorne’s activities, Plant drove down to see him.  He puffed along the passageway to Thorne’s room.  The Inspector was pecking away at his portable typewriter and did not look up as the fat man entered.

Plant surveyed the bent back for a moment.

“Look here,” he demanded, “I hear you’re still investigating my district—­as well as doing ‘clerical work.’”

“I am,” snapped Thorne without turning his head.

“Am I to consider myself under investigation?” demanded Plant truculently.  To this direct question he, of course, expected a denial—­a denial which he would proceed to demolish with threats and abuse.

“You are,” said Thorne, reaching for a fresh sheet of paper.

Plant stared at him a moment; then went out.  Next day he drove away on the stage, and was no more seen for several weeks.

This did not trouble Thorne.  He began to reach in all directions for evidence.  At first there came to him only those like the Pollock boys who were openly at outs with Plant, and so had nothing to lose by antagonizing him further.  Then, hesitating, appeared others.  Many of these grievances Thorne found to be imaginary; but in several cases he was able to elicit definite affidavits as to graft and irregularity.  Evidence of bribery was more difficult to obtain.  Plant’s easy-going ways had made him friends, and his facile suspension of gracing regulations—­for a consideration—­appealed strongly to self-interest.  However, as always in such cases, enough had at some time felt themselves discriminated against to entertain resentment.  Thorne took advantage of this both to get evidence, and to secure information that enabled him to frighten evidence out of others.

The vouchers arrived from Washington.  In them Plant’s methods showed clearly.  Thorne early learned that it had been the Supervisor’s habit to obtain duplicate bills for everything—­purchases, livery, hotels and the like.  He had explained to the creditors that a copy would be necessary for filing, and of course the mountain people knew no better.  Thus, by a trifling manipulation of dates, Plant had been able to collect twice over for his expenses.

“There is the plumb limit,” said Martin, while running over the vouchers he had given.  He showed Thorne two bearing the same date.  One read: 

“To team and driver to Big Baldy post office, $4.”

“That item’s all right,” said Martin; “I drove him there myself.  But here’s the joke.”

He handed the second bill to Thorne: 

“To saddle horse Big Baldy to McClintock claim, $2.”

“Why,” said Martin, “when we got to Big Baldy he put his saddle on one of the driving horses and rode it about a mile over to McClintock’s.  I remember objecting on account of his being so heavy.  Say,” reflected the livery-man after a moment, “he’s right out for the little stuff, ain’t he?  When his hand gets near a dollar, it cramps!”