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Updated: June 10, 2025
Faro, "klondike," roulette, stud-poker, almost anything possibly to be desired was there. All were in full blast. Three deep the men were gathered about the wheel and the "tiger." Gold money in stacks stood at every dealer's hand. Bostwick had never seen so much metal currency in all his life. He asked for McCoppet at the bar. "Opal?
"Culver, who used to do surveying." "Who?" asked Trimmer. "Don't know him." McCoppet leaned across the table. "Yes you do. He stopped you once from stealing from picking up a lot of timber land. Remember?" Trimmer was interested. His vindictive attributes were aroused. "Was that the cuss? I never seen him. Do you think Cayuse would know who he was? and believe it the yarn?"
When Beth procured the transfer of her money from New York to Goldite, Rickart promptly reported the news. It appeared to Van a confirmation of all his previous suspicions. He could not fight a woman, and Bostwick and McCoppet remained upon the claim. Searle wrote nearly every day to Beth, excusing his absence, relating his success, and declaring the increase of his love.
"If you thought you could trade on my personal unpleasantness with an owner of the 'Laughing Water' claim," he said hotly, "you have made the mistake of your life. I wish you good-day." He rose to go. McCoppet rose and stopped him. "Don't get feverish," said he. "It don't pay. I ain't requesting this service from you for just your feelings against a man. There's plenty in this for us all."
"Culver will sure come high if we get him at all but it ought to be worth fifty thousand to you and me to shift that reservation line a thousand feet if reports on the claim are correct." It was a large sum. Bostwick scratched the corner of his mouth. "That would be twenty-five thousand apiece." "No," corrected McCoppet, "twenty thousand for me and thirty for you, for equal shares.
"Know what he come fer?" asked the lumberman. "Onto his game?" "You came here to tell me. Deal the cards." Trimmer puffed great lungfuls of the reek from his weed and took his revolver in hand. "Opal," said he, enjoying his moment of vantage, "you done me up for a clean one thousand bucks, a year ago while I was drunk and I've been laying to git you ever since." McCoppet was unmoved.
You can copper any possible harm down there at Starlight, and meantime I'll see if there's any known way of delaying Van Buren's return." "But how am I going to get down there and back?" said Bostwick, intent upon the need for haste. "I can't get around without a car." "Don't get tropical," said McCoppet calmly. "I can get you a car in fifteen minutes.
I know the truth and it's got to be confessed! Mr. Van Buren " "I can leave myself, since you insist upon remaining," interrupted Lawrence, taking his hat and striding towards the door, in a panic to get to McCoppet for much-needed aid. "Such an utterly unheard of affront as this " "Glen! run and find Mr. Van Buren!" Beth broke in excitedly. "Don't let him go, Mr. Pratt!"
"You shot him enough, poor devil," Van interrupted quietly. "He's dead in my tent on the hill." The sheriff paused with one hand held in the air. "Dead! Crawled all the way to Goldite!" He started for the door. "Hold on," said the horseman, blocking his path. "I told you Matt can't get away. We're going out to get Lawrence first, and then McCoppet and his friend." McCoppet was in town.
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.
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