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"Well, well, let her rattle, and get to pusiness," Hans Wyker demanded. "Here's Champers says he's here yust for pusiness and he wants to get Aydelot and Carey, too." "Gentlemen!" Champers struck the table with his fist. "Let's play fair now, so's not to spoil each other's games. I'll fix Aydelot if it's in me to do it, just because he's stood in my way once too often.
And turning, he looked into the eyes of the stranger. It was but a glance, and the latter stepped aside. Men formed quick judgments on the frontier. As Carey passed the register he read the latest entry there, and like Champers he too drew his own conclusions. At the door he turned and said to Jacobs. "Tell Bo Peep to have your best horse ready by one o'clock for a long ride."
I'd like to get out of town a little while. That joint of Wyker's has seen more'n one fellow laid out, and some of 'em went down Big Wolf later, and some of 'em fell into Little Wolf and never come out. It's a hole, I tell you. And Smith is a devil tonight." On the homeward way Dr. Carey said quietly: "By the way, Champers, I saw you at Cloverdale, Ohio, last week."
The hang-dog expression of the face with its close-set eyes and crooked scar above them showed how far the evil life had robbed the man of power. "I got in here yesterday morning, and you went out of town right away," Smith began. "Yes, I seen you, and left immediately," Champers replied. "Why do you dodge me? Is it because you know I can throw you?
You are as capable of judging as I am. The end may show you more capable, but I decline to buy stock, or to donate, or sell any land for a townsite at the deep bend of Grass River. A man's freehold is his own." Asher's influence had led in Grass River affairs for years. But Darley Champers had the crowd in the hollow of his paw tonight. "How about Gaines?" he demanded. "You join him on the south.
But mark me, now, the day he runs Hans Wyker out of that doggery business it will be good-by to John Jacobs. You see if it isn't. I wouldn't start him after it too quick." Darley Champers spent two weeks with his physician, and the many friends of Dr.
Aydelot, except what's reserved for worthy parties. I've looked over things carefully." Darley Champers broke the silence at once. "Who draws the line between the worthy and the unworthy, Mr. Champers?" Virginia asked. "I am told the relief supply is not exhausted." "Oh, the distributin's in my hands in a way, but that don't change matters," Champers said.
I want a little information." "Miss Champers," he answered, "am I not always at your service?" and all listened to hear upon what point their hostess desired to be enlightened.
Carey asked in the sympathetic-professional voice by which he controlled sick rooms. "Lord, Doc, is that you?" Darley Champers followed the words with a groan. "You are in a fix," Carey replied as he lifted Champers to his feet. Blood was on his face and clothes and the floor, and Champers himself was almost too weak to stand.
It was a delicious April morning, with all the level prairie lands smiling back at the skies above them, and every breath of the morning breeze bearing new vigor and inspiration in its caressing touch. "Good morning, Champers; fine morning to live," Asher called out cheerily. "Mornin', Aydelot; fine day, fine!
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