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"Yes, he's a hard man to whip," went on Buckbee thoughtfully, "they call him the Iron Man. Any place you hit him you only break your hand; but when he comes back zowie!" "Well, I guess you're right," answered Rimrock slowly, "New York is no place for me. It's back to the cactus where they fight it out with sixshooters and the man that wins grabs the loot.
Well, Buckbee, what's the deal? Just tell me where I'm at and I'll leave this cursed town forever." "Too bad, Old Scout," answered Buckbee kindly, "but you know I warned you, from the first. I'm a Stoddard man, and I told you to lay off but here's where he's got you now. You owe money to his bank, and you owe it to me, and he's guaranteed us both against loss.
Stoddard was selling short, so Buckbee explained, throwing great blocks of stock on a market that refused to break; and when the rush came and Navajoa started up Rimrock was there with the rest of his roll. It was a game that he took to any form of gambling and besides, he was bucking Stoddard! And then, there was Buckbee.
"What proposition?" demanded Rimrock and then he grunted intolerantly as Buckbee renewed his offer for the stocks. "You must be drunk!" he said at the end and a merry laugh came back over the 'phone. "No, all joking aside I'm sober now. What do you say to twenty-four?" "Too little!" bluffed Rimrock. "I want at least thirty." "Will you take that?" "No!" replied Rimrock, "nor thirty-five.
It was by following out such subtleties and closely studying the tape, that brokers like Buckbee guessed out each move in advance and were able to earn their commissions. But all this information did not come to Rimrock for nothing there was a price which had to be paid. For reasons of her own the dashing Mrs.
"Well, let's get down to business," began Rimrock, after the preliminaries. "The first thing is to elect a new Director. Mr. Buckbee here has been retired and I nominate Mary Fortune to fill the vacancy." "Second the motion," rapped out Stoddard and for a moment Rimrock hesitated before he took the fatal plunge.
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.
But here you can get some kind of a judgment and let the sheriff do the job." Buckbee laughed lightheartedly and slapped him on the back, but Rimrock did not even smile. "By George," exclaimed Buckbee, "I'll be sorry to lose you. You do have a way of putting things. But say, Old Sport, let's get this painful business over. When can you arrange to turn in that stock?"
Elwood Buckbee smiled genially, but his roving eye rested fitfully on Mary Fortune. He was a dashing young man of the Beau Brummel type and there was an ease and grace in his sinuous movements that must have fluttered many a woman's heart. But now he, too, sat silent and his appraising glances were disguised in a general smile.
That fellow Buckbee is a corker. You're too honest, Jepson; you can't act the part, but Buckbee could do it to perfection. You should've been there to see him trim me, when I tried that little flier in Navajoa. Not an unkind word ever passed between us, and yet he busted me down to a dollar. He was a great fellow you ought to know him you could take a few leaves from his book.
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