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There were two things Beth intended to perform: report the results of her labors to Van, and attack Mr. Lawrence in his den. Precisely what she meant to say or do to the Government representative she did not or could not determine. Some vague idea of making him confess to an infamy practiced at Bostwick's instance was the most she had in mind.
And Doane's father? And Jane Bostwick's father? Of the elder Doane he knew by hearsay a proud, intolerant wholly worldly man whose passions, aside from finance, were his son and Baliol aquatics. And Jane Bostwick's father he had known as a boy a soft-footed, sly-faced velvety sort of a man noted for converting back lots into oil-fields and ash-dumps into mines yielding precious metals.
"You don't mean to say this accident this crime is fortunate, after all?" "It's a godsend." McCoppet would have dared any blasphemy. Bostwick's relief was inordinate. "Then what is the next thing to do?" "Wait for Lawrence," said the gambler. Then he suddenly arose. "No, we can't afford the time. He might be a week in coming. You'll have to go get him, to-morrow." "Where is he, then?"
But we will be on hand, with the law at our backs, and quietly take possession of the property, on which as it is reservation ground the present occupants are trespassing." McCoppet heard nothing of what his friend was saying. All the possibilities outlined had flashed through his mind at Bostwick's first intimation of the plan. He was busy now with affairs far ahead in the scheme.
Her spitefulness and determination to be revenged upon this unknown girl who had usurped the place originally offered her by the Balls, and who had stolen her name as well, was quite sufficient to cause a person of Ida May Bostwick's character to fight for her rights. She would be revenged on Tunis, too.
Like a leaping beast a road-devouring minotaur the car with Van shot roaringly through space. He could not tell that Searle, ahead, was slipping yet further in the lead. He only knew that, come what might, till the mechanism burst, or the earth should split, he would chase his man across the desert. The dust in the air from Bostwick's car drove blindingly upon him.
But of all the men in Goldite he was doubtless best equipped with knowledge concerning Bostwick's Eastern standing. He knew that Searle had never had the slightest Government authority to order the survey made and therein lay the crux of all the matter. It was all he had to go upon, but he felt it was almost enough.
The flush died in it and the expression of her sparkling eyes became subdued. A simpering look overspread Ida May Bostwick's countenance that warned the other girl, at least, that another person had entered the house. Before Sheila could turn to look toward the kitchen door, Ida May cried: "Oh, Cousin Tunis! If you ain't my cousin exactly, I guess you are pretty near. And ain't I glad you've come!
Dick with considerable heat, irritated by Bostwick's personality and recognizing in him Van's "smoke-faced Easterner." She added crisply: "So you might as well vamoose the ranch, fer I couldn't even put you in the shed." "But I've got to have accommodations!" insisted Bostwick. "I prefer them where my fiancée where Miss Kent is stopping. I'm sure you can manage it someway let someone go.
"You did?" exclaimed Cap'n Ira, much interested. "Yes, Ira. Annabell Coffin, she who was a Cuttle, was visiting his folks in Boston, and she learned that Sarah Bostwick's daughter was working behind the counter in some store there. She has to work for her livin', poor child." "I swan!" ejaculated the captain.
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