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Sure I'll get your powder, and just to show you what I can do how's that for a healthy little roll?" He drew out a roll of bills twice the size of Denver's and fingered them over lovingly. "A thousand dollars," he murmured, "for an option on half the Lost Burro.
The spectacle had advanced far into passages of the highest thrill, and Denver's eyes were riveted upon a ship and some icebergs. The party found its seats during several beautiful lime-light effects, and that remarkable fly-buzzing of violins which is pronounced so helpful in times of peril and sentiment.
"Well, all right," agreed the miners and, laying aside their pistols, they started up the street for Denver's mine; but as Bunker led off a voice called from the porch and his wife came hurrying after him. Behind her followed Drusilla, reluctantly at first; but as her father kept on, despite the entreaties of her mother, she ran up and caught him by the sleeve.
"But of course I could not expect you to know that Daddy's sister is one of the Sacred Thirty-six." "Sacred ? Is that one of the orders of nuns?" "None whatever," she punned. In the same moment she drew a most solemn looking face. "My deah Mistah Ashton, I will have you to understand my reference was to that most select coterie which comprises Denver's Real Society."
The official umpire leapt up on the platform to toll off the last sixty seconds, but the rise and fall of Denver's body was faster by far than his count. A frenzy seemed to seize him as the half minute was called and Owen slipped in their last drill; and with hoarse, coughing grunts he smashed it deeper and deeper while the miners surged forward with a cheer.
That was the beginning, and now when Murray passed, his glance was almost beseeching. The price of silver was going up, there were consolidation plans in sight, and Denver's claim apexed all the rest Murray pocketed his pride and, after a word with the guard, drew Denver out of hearing of the gang. "Mr. Russell," he said trying to appear magnanimous, "that offer of mine holds good.
Will you accept ten thousand dollars?" "No, I won't," answered Denver, "nor a hundred thousand, either. I'm a miner I know what I've got." "Very well, Mr. Russell," replied Colonel Dodge crisply and, bowing haughtily, he withdrew. Denver looked after him laughing, but something about his stride suddenly wiped away the grin from Denver's face the Colonel was going somewhere.
He laid a hand on Denver's arm. "Send a stenographer, and put my statement in the paper." But Denver did not warm to the idea. "My dear fellow, you seem to forget that all the evidence was pretty thoroughly sifted at the time, every possible clue followed up. The public would have been ready enough then to believe that you murdered old Lenman you or anybody else.
Granice passed out into the street. At the corner of Fifth Avenue he hailed a crawling cab, and called out an up-town address. The long thoroughfare stretched before him, dim and deserted, like an ancient avenue of tombs. But from Denver's house a friendly beam fell on the pavement; and as Granice sprang from his cab the editor's electric turned the corner.
Granice passed out into the street. At the corner of Fifth Avenue he hailed a crawling cab, and called out an up-town address. The long thoroughfare stretched before him, dim and deserted, like an ancient avenue of tombs. But from Denver's house a friendly beam fell on the pavement; and as Granice sprang from his cab the editor's electric turned the corner.
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