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That's childish in itself because there's no reason in the world why both of you shouldn't be friends. But never mind that men will fight, I suppose it's only a question of weapons." "Well, what do we care?" answered Rimrock with a ready smile, "I thought maybe you might adopt me." "No, indeed," she replied, "you'd run away. I've seen boys like you before.
Men rushed to and fro with canteens and grub-sacks or half-filled boxes and sacks. "Is it a railroad?" they yelled as Rimrock appeared and he answered: "You bet your life it is!" That settled it, and soon across the desert there went a procession of horsemen and wagons. Those who could travel no other way filled syrup cans with water and started for the Tecolotes on foot. A railroad!
But give Stoddard the control and, the way he'll manage it, your stock will bring you in more. You've learned your lesson just hold on to the rest and you'll always have money to burn. But, if you try to buck him, as sure as God made little fishes, he'll have your hide on the fence." "D'ye think so?" enquired Rimrock and again he sat silent while Buckbee puffed away at his cigar.
"Oh, that's what's the matter with you you're thinking about the money, eh? Well, you always did hate to lose." An insulting epithet burst from L. W.'s set lips, but Rimrock let it pass. "Oh, that's all right," he said. "Never mind my feelings. Say, how much do you figure I owe you?" "You don't owe me nothing!" cried L. W. half-rising.
It rolled in a circle and as he stooped swiftly to catch it the bullet came out like a cork and let spill a thin yellow line. "What's that?" she asked as he dropped to his knees; and he answered briefly: "Gold!" "What real gold?" she cried rapturously, "gold from a mine? Oh, I'd like " She stopped short and Rimrock chuckled as he scooped up the elusive dust.
"Oh, Rimrock!" she gasped, "I've had such a blow won't you take me back to my rooms? Oh, I can't explain it, but Whitney H. Stoddard is trying to force me to give up my stock! That Tecolote stock " "Here, get into this taxi!" said Rimrock on the instant, "now where do you want to go?" "To the St. Cyngia on Ninety-fifth Street and hurry!" she commanded; and the chauffeur slammed the door.
Larry rode up on the edge of a little rimrock. In a minute I saw his hoss jump back, dodgin' a rattlesnake or somethin', and then fall back out of sight. I jumped my hoss up there tur'ble quick, and looked over, expectin' to see nothin' but mangled remains. It was only about fifteen foot down, but I couldn't see bottom 'count of some brush. "Are you all right?" I yells.
The president paused and glanced at him mildly, but Rimrock had thrown down his stock. "No," he said, "you can take this Navajoa or I'll quit and go somewhere else. I wouldn't put up a single share of Tecolote if you'd give me your whole, danged bank." "Very well," said the president with a fleeting smile, "we'll accept your Navajoa. My secretary will arrange it but mind this is on a call loan!
"Now what's the matter?" demanded Rimrock hurriedly. "I haven't got a minute to spare. Did you notice Navajoa? Well, I've got a buy order in " "Oh, no! I've seen nothing not since he sent me that message! It seems he's back in town." "Who? Whitney Stoddard? Well, let me get out then I've got to get back to that tape!"
"Oh, you're lucky, are you?" interrupted L. W. "Well, how come then that you're standing here, broke? But here, I've got business, I'll give you ten dollars and remember, it's the last that you get!" He drew out a bill, but Rimrock stood looking at him with a slow and contemptuous smile. "Yes, you doggoned old screw," he answered ungraciously, "what good will ten dollars do?"
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