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"Well, don't tell it here, then," she interrupted hastily, "they're listening, most of the time." She pointed towards the door that led to the hotel lobby and Rimrock tiptoed towards it. He was just in time, as he snatched it open, to see McBain bounding up the back stairs; and a woman in a rocker, after a guilty stare, rose up and moved hastily away.
Well, when you're off by yourself just think that over, it will help you understand life." Rimrock Jones sat down with a thud and took off his hat as he gazed at this astonishing woman. She was giving him advice in a most superior manner; and yet she was only a typist.
His return to town reminded her painfully of that other time when he had come. She had watched for him then, her knight from the desert, worn and ragged but with his sack full of gold; but he had passed her by without a word, and now she did not care. She looked up sharply as he came at last, a huge form, half-blocking the door; and Rimrock noticed the change.
"All you have to do is to put up your Tecolote stock." "Nothing doing," said Rimrock, "show me some other way. You fellows know all the tricks." "No, there's no other way," responded Buckbee earnestly. "That's the only way you can touch it, until the dividend is declared.
A magnificent hotel, with the offices of the Company, was springing up across the street from the Gunsight; at the mine there were warehouses and a company store and quarters for the men on the flats where Rimrock had once pitched his tent. But the man who built them was Abercrombie Jepson the master hand was slack. It had killed a man and for that offense Rimrock Jones must wait on the law.
It was an awe-inspiring spectacle, this invasion of the desert, this sure preparation to open the treasure-house where the Tecolotes had locked up their ore. But Rimrock was missing from it all! There came a time when Mary Fortune acknowledged this to herself; and, without knowing just why, she took the next train to Geronimo.
She resolved and recanted, and resolved again and drove back to the hotel in despair. From the day she had known him she had helped Rimrock Jones in every way that she could; but he from the first had neglected every duty and followed after every half-god. She had written him to come, and told him of his peril, and that her own rights were jeopardized with his own; and he answered never a word.
"Oh, that reminds me!" she cried laughing gayly and picked up her ear-'phone. "What was that you said?" she asked with mock anxiety, slipping the headband over her head, and Rimrock looked at her in surprise. "By grab!" he exclaimed, "I believe you can hear! What do you carry that thing around for?" She twitched it off and gazed at him again with a triumphant but baffling smile.
"You stole from me, you scoundrel I can put you in the Pen for this!" "Aw, you wouldn't do that," answered Rimrock easily. "I know you too well for that." "Say, you go away," panted L. W. in a frenzy, "or I'll throw you out of this car." "No you won't either," said Rimrock truculently. "You'll have to eat some more beans before you can put me on my back."
Then he blinked again, for in the gloom of the back office there was nothing but a desk and a girl. She wore a harness over her head, like a telephone operator, and rose up to meet him tremulously. "Is there anything you wish?" she asked him quietly and Rimrock fumbled and took off his hat. "Yes I was looking for a man," he said at last. "I thought I heard him just now."
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