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"I like to hear that name spoken, it was my old home in Scotland." Amos sat in the little back room of Rayder's office in Denver. His beady black eyes glistened beneath his beetle brows. A pleased expression shone on his thin face, drawn in wrinkles like stained parchment. Rayder was out, but had left instructions for him to wait.
Rayder did not trust him, and had had the sample of ore assayed by Pendleton for corroboration. "He does not even believe in honesty among thieves," he mused, as he carefully replaced the papers. Then the pleased look came back to his face. "All the better," he thought. "He will deal now and it is my time to strike before the iron cools."
'Taint often we meet on auspicious occasions like this, and we won't go home 'till mornin, and we won't go home 'till morning, hic hurrah for Annie, Rayder, and a million outer the mine." "An' she shame short of share of prosperity to my brother Amos," and Rayder took another drink.
Amos raised his head and gave one prolonged shriek. A shriek of death. When Amos returned to Saguache after his spree with Rayder his first act was to purchase a ranch in the San Luis valley and deed it to his wife. He then went to his assay office and drew down the blinds and sat in the shadows like a cunning old spider in hiding waiting for the unwary fly for which he had wove his web.
Annie, alone in the world, had no one to whom she could go for counsel. Some of the coarse women of the mining camp who came to their home thought her the most fortunate of girls to have a suitor as rich as Rayder, and ridiculed the idea of her refusing to accept the greatest opportunity of her life.
"Here's to Mary Greenwater, Queen of the Cherokee Indians!" "Rah fer Mary Greenwater," chattered old Amos, holding his reeling form up by the bar rail. The invitation was even too much for Rayder, strong as had been his resolution to let the stuff alone. The temptation of free drinks was too great, he imagined he needed something and called for gin.
The music was good. Everybody joined in the spirit of goodfellowship, and the dance continued until the small hours of the morning. It was toward the close that Rayder came upon the floor with a fat widow milliner. He had taken a few drinks of gin and was trying to act kittenish when, in the midst of a cotillion, the widow fell to the floor in an epileptic fit.
Come to Saguache as soon as you can make it convenient. Amos." When Rayder awoke it was four o'clock in the afternoon. His head was in a whirl and every muscle was twitching. He called Charley and sent for a doctor. The doctor saw the trouble at a glance. He called a hack and accompanied Rayder to his home. "This will never do, Mr. Rayder.
He poured out another half goblet of whisky. "Shay, Rayder, de ye know about story of Guvner of North Carolina sed to Guvner of South Carolina, to effet an' words, it was long time between drinks?" "An' that was a damn shame Guvner hed to wait, ought to had you along an' famous epigram ed never been born."
"Shay, Rayder, did I tell ye I had a little mix up with a woman, an' I'm scared to death 'fear old woman 'ill find it out. I got 'ter square the deal or I'm a goner and stuff's all off, want yer to let me take ten thousand fer few days, got ter blow a lot o' money on weddin', too, yer see." "All right, Amos, youse's square a man's ever met. I'll let ye hev it."
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