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"Like to take a ride with me over to the Jackpot?" "Yes." "Good enough. I want you to look the ground over with me. Looks now as if it would come to fireworks. But we don't want any Fourth-of-July stuff if we can help it. Can we? That's the point." At the Jackpot the friends walked over the ground together. Back of the location and to the west of it an arroyo ran from a cañon above.
Sanders was in the office of the Jackpot Company looking over some blue-prints when Joyce Crawford came in and inquired where her father was. "He went out with Bob Hart to the oil field this morning. Some trouble with the casing." "Thought Dad wasn't giving any of his time to oil these days," she said. "He told me you and Bob were running the company." "Every once in a while he takes an interest.
The others, for most part, merely called his tentative bets with wary respect. Men of his type are never so formidable as in defeat. Things had come to such a pass that many good hands netted him little or nothing. Then came a rally; his pile crept slowly up until he was nearly even. With twenty dollars each in a jackpot, the Eminent Person dealing, the Stockman modestly opened for two hundred.
I lost all the ready money I had with me. Next day I found out that he was the shrewdest player in the diplomatic circles. Let's make it a jackpot." "All the same to me." And the game went on. Presently Maurice threw aside his coat. He was feeling the warmth of the wine, but he opened another bottle.
Why wouldn't the secretary and field superintendent of the Jackpot Company keep the daughter of the president informed? I'll have it read into the minutes of our next board meetin' that it's in his duties to keep you posted." "Oh, well, if you want to talk foolishness," she pouted. "There's somethin' else I'm goin' to have put into the minutes of the next meetin', Dave," Crawford went on.
To the westward it was fierce funny little black kinky- heads, man-eaters the last Jack of them, and the jackpot fat and spilling over with wealth " "Jack-pots?" Fatty queried. At sight of an irritable movement, he added: "You see, I never got over to the West like Delarouse and you." "They're all head-hunters. Heads are valuable, especially a white man's head.
The Transient stayed, as did the Merchant and the Judge, the latter mildly stating that he would lie low and let some one else play his hand. Steve stayed. "Happy as the dealer in a big jackpot," warbled the Eminent Person. "And now we will take an observation." He scrutinized his cards, contributed his quota, and raised for double the amount.
"Sounds awful risky to me," he muttered. "Sure it's risky," sneered Loring, "but you don't hit the jackpot without ever taking a chance!" The two men, huddled against a jumble of packing cases in the cargo hold of the Annie Jones, made careful preparations. Checking their weapons, they opened their way toward the freighter's control deck.
"That all?" "Another man fired at me out at the Jackpot. I was unarmed then." "Were you accused of holding up a stage, robbing it, and killing the driver?" "No. I was twenty miles away at the time of the hold-up and had evidence to prove it." "Then you were mentioned in connection with the robbery?" "If so, only by my enemies. One of the robbers was captured and made a full confession.
"I understood, Bob," said his friend quietly. Jackpot Number Three hooked its tools the second day after Sanders's visit to that location. A few hours later its engine was thumping merrily and the cable rising and falling monotonously in the casing. On the afternoon of the third day Bob Hart rode up to the wildcat well where Dave was building a sump hole with a gang of Mexicans.
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