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Billy lay inside the portal of her gate of dreams and watched Wunpost as he plodded across the plain, and she resolved to join with him and do her level best to bring Eells' plans to naught. If he was counting on the sale of his treasury stock to fill up the vaults of his bank he would find others in the market with stock in both hands, peddling it out to the highest bidder.
I'm going to say I stole it and if you sue for any part of it you make yourself out a thief!" He slammed his hand on Eells' desk and slammed the door when he went out and mounted his big mule with a swagger. The citizens of Blackwater made way for him promptly, though many a lip curled in scorn, and he rode out of town sitting sideways in his saddle while he did a little jig in his stirrups.
He had challenged them all, either individually or collectively, to come forth and meet him in battle; and then he had offered to fight any man in Blackwater who would say a good word for any of them. But Blackwater looked on in cynical amusement, for Eells was the making of the town; and when he had given off the worst of his venom Wunpost had tied up his roll and departed.
"Because you're wrong!" answered Eells without giving back an inch, "you're trying to evade the law. And any man that breaks the law is a coward at heart, because he knows that all society is against him." "Sounds good," admitted Wunpost, "and I'd almost believe it if you didn't show such a nerve But you know and I know that you break the law every day and some time, Mr.
I came back and they ganged me and when I woke up I looked like I'd been through a barbed-wire fence. "Well, after that, as the nigger says, I began to think they didn't want me around there, and so I pulled my freight; and it wasn't a month afterwards that the ore all pinched out and left Judson Eells belly up.
Nothing was seen of John C. Calhoun for nearly a week and then, late one evening, he stepped in on Judson Eells in his office at the Blackwater Bank. "Why why, Mr. Calhoun!" he gasped, "we we all thought you were dead!" "Yes," returned Calhoun, whose arm was in a sling, "I thought so myself for a while. What's the good word from Mr. Lynch?"
"So you've come back to stay, eh?" inquired Eells unsociably, "I thought you'd left these parts." "Yep left and came back," replied Wunpost lightly. "Say, how much do you want for that contract? You might as well release me, because it'll never buy you anything you've got all the mines you'll get." "I'll never release you!" answered Judson Eells firmly. "It's against my principles to do it."
"I believe you like to fight," she stated accusingly and Wunpost did not deny it. The fight for the Sockdolager Mine was on and Wunpost led off up the canyon with a swagger. His fast walking mule stepped off at a brisk pace and the pack-mule, well loaded with provisions and grain, followed along up Judson Eells' road.
Live and let live, sez I, and if you'll call off your bad-men I'll agree not to talk to the sheriff." "You can talk all you wish!" snapped out Eells with rising courage, "I'm not afraid of your threats. And neither am I afraid of anything you can do to test the validity of that contract.
A committee composed of the dummy directors, who had allowed Eells to do what he would, discovered from the books that the bank had been looted and that Eells was a fugitive from justice. He had diverted the bank's funds to his own private uses, leaving only his unsecured notes; and Lapham, the shrewd fox, had levied blackmail on his chief by charging huge sums for legal service.
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