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The waiter judged he had mistaken his man, after all, and sheered off until the ordered viands were ready at the slide. He hesitated to question that coarse man, even to mention Ida May Bostwick's name to him. The waiter had misinterpreted his first remark about the waitresses.
He found McCoppet just returned from launching Lawrence forth upon his work. Three of the gambler's chosen men had accompanied the Government's surveyor. They had taken Bostwick's car. Instructions had been simple enough. Push over the reservation line to cover the "Laughing Water" claim, by night of the following day. Searle was taken to the private den.
The horseman interrupted. "I said before you had not been ordered on your way, but now I've changed my mind. Don't talk any more get into your car and hike!" The gleam in his eye achieved two results: It cowed the last vestige of bravado in Bostwick's composition and ignited all the hatred of his nature.
I am considerably in his obligation." Bostwick's face grew blacker. "Obligation? Why don't you admit at once you admire the fellow? or something more. By God! I've endured about as much " "Mr. Bostwick!" she interrupted. She added more quietly: "You've been very much aggravated. I'm sorry. Now please go somewhere and change your clothing." "Aggravated?" he echoed.
"Up in the seat there, Searle," he repeated, "and drive back at moderate speed." Bostwick's surrender was complete. He climbed to the driver's position, still silently, and started the car in an automatic way that knew no thought of resistance. At the rear of his head Van held the gun, and back towards Goldite they rolled.
The price is no object to me." "I don't want you that bad," said Mrs. Dick frankly. "I said no and I'm too busy to say it again." She bustled off with her ant-like celerity, followed by Bostwick's scowls. "You'll have to give up your apartments here," he said to Beth. "I'll find something better at once." "Thank you, I'm very well satisfied," said Beth. "You'll find this town quite overcrowded."
"We do need help right here, Prudence, and that gal of Sarah Bostwick's could certainly fill the bill. On the other hand, she'd be a sight better off here on the Cape, living with us, getting rosy and healthy, and having this old place and what we've got left when we die, than she would be slavin' behind a counter in any city store. What d'you think?"
Dick, and her face burned red once more. "Oh, Mrs. Dick," she said, "this is Mr. Bostwick, of whom I spoke." She had told of Bostwick's capture by the convicts. "Do you think you could find him a room?" "A room? I want a suite two rooms at least," said Bostwick aggressively. "Is this a first-class place?" "It ain't no regular heaven, and I ain't no regular Mrs. Saint Peter," answered Mrs.
I've got your corps of assistants hobbled here in camp. They can get on the ground to-morrow morning." Bostwick's eyes were gleaming. "There's certainly gold on this reservation?"
"Now, how can anybody tell you that?" demanded McCoppet, who from his place here in Goldite had engineered the plan whereby his and Bostwick's expert prospectors could explore every inch of the Government's forbidden land in advance of all competitors. "We're taking a flyer, that's all. If there's anything there we're on." Bostwick reflected for a moment.
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