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Updated: May 13, 2025
I don't want to see any of you three chaps alive again unless she comes back safe. Is that clear?" "Clear and clean!" exploded Jeremy. "It's a bet, doc. Half a mo', you chaps; that's my mine at Abu Kem, isn't it? I've agreed to give the thing to Feisul and make what terms I can with him. Jim and Rammy divvy up with me on my end, if any. That right?
That's why we fixed it fer to-night after the divvy that you've just tried ter do us on again, 'cause we knew you had it here." "I tell you, it's not here," said Stangeist evenly. "You lie!" said Clarie Deane again. "It's in that safe.
"Goin to run the whole game hisself, perhaps, or then again he might be in with Sam, so they won't have to divvy up. He could say we hadn't kept out contrac' you know, runnin' away like that." "We ain't to blame. How'd we know it want the police? We had a mighty close shave over that state line this A.M." "Well, that's what he could say, an' refuse to divvy up. But b'lieve me, Shorty!
The man thrust his bull neck forward. A heavy roll of fat swelled over the collar. "You know damn well what I want. I want what's comin' to me. My share of the Dry Valley clean-up. An' I'm gonna have it. See?" "You've had every cent you'll get. I told you that before." Tiny red capillaries seamed the beefy face of the fat man. "An' I told you I was gonna have a divvy. An' I am.
"He brought it back to give it up an' himself, too?" he jeered. "He brought it back, sheriff, because he an' that rat of a Doane planned this thing. Coyote got away with the money an' came back here to divvy up with Doane. Didn't Doane make the same kind of a proposition to me?
They went on in an antiphony of praise till March said: "Really, I don't see what's left me but to strike for higher wages. I perceive that I'm indispensable." "Why, old man, you're coming in on the divvy, you know," said Fulkerson. They both laughed, and when Fulkerson was gone, Mrs. March asked her husband what a divvy was. "It's a chicken before it's hatched." "No! Truly?"
He explained, and she began to spend the divvy. At Mrs. Leighton's Fulkerson gave Alma all the honor of the success; he told her mother that the girl's design for the cover had sold every number, and Mrs. Leighton believed him. "Well, Ah think Ah maght have some of the glory," Miss Woodburn pouted. "Where am Ah comin' in?" "You're coming in on the cover of the next number," said Fulkerson.
They went on in an antiphony of praise till March said: "Really, I don't see what's left me but to strike for higher wages. I perceive that I'm indispensable." "Why, old man, you're coming in on the divvy, you know," said Fulkerson. They both laughed, and when Fulkerson was gone, Mrs. March asked her husband what a divvy was. "It's a chicken before it's hatched." "No! Truly?"
"I don't know," said the other, pursing his lips. "I can't say that I like Braddock's greedy ways. He wants too much in the divvy. There's plenty of shows nowadays that don't ask anything off of us. But Brad's got to have a slice of it. See? I've been thinking a little of Barnum or Van Amberg." Ernie spoke up shrilly. "You bet your life he ain't going to leave the show."
I'll clean up a t'ousand to-day say, I like your mug; you ain't no stiff, or I miss my guess, an' I'll put you, next a good t'ing, damme if I don't, an' you don't need to divvy up, neither. Dere's a chestnut runnin' in de Derby what dey call Larcen, an' I'm goin' to plank down a hun'red chicks on him."
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