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He turned to go, beheld her luggage, and added: "Is there anyone to take up your things?" She could not bear to have him enter her apartment in this awful prison costume. "Oh, yes," she answered. "You needn't be bothered with the bags." "Very well. I shall soon return." He departed at once, his impatience suddenly increased by the thought of seeking out McCoppet. Beth watched him going.
"You mean bribe money, I suppose," said Culver no less aggressively than before. "Is that what you mean?" "Don't call it hard names," begged the gambler. "It's just a retainer say twenty thousand dollars." Culver burned to the top of his ears. He looked at McCoppet intently with an expression the gambler could not interpret.
Bostwick rose from his chair, put one foot upon it, and leaned towards the gambler as one assuming a position of equality, if not of something more. "Look here, McCoppet, you asked me the day I arrived what sort of a game I'd come to play. I ask you now if you are prepared to play something big and well, let us say, a trifle risky?" "Don't insult my calling," answered the gambler. "I call.
"I'll wait," said Bostwick, "till we can drink a toast to the 'Laughing Water' claim." McCoppet opened the door, waved Bostwick into the crowded gaming room, and was about to follow when his roving gaze abruptly lighted on a figure in the place a swarthy, half-breed Piute Indian, standing in front of the wheel and roulette layout.
"Couldn't we hold the wheel and wait fer Van?" Gettysburg repeated: "I wish Van was to home." "Come on, come on," McCoppet urged, beginning to lose his patience. "If you think you've got any rights, go to Lawrence and see. You're trespassing here. I don't want to tell you harsh to pack your duds and hunt another game, but you can't stay here no longer."
"Cayuse was once his chain-man." McCoppet was tremendously excited, though apparently as cold as ice, as he swiftly thought out the niceties of his own and fate's arrangements. "Cayuse's wife once worked for Mrs. Culver, cooking and washing." "Say, anybody'd swaller that," reflected the lumberman aloud. "But five thousand dollars ain't enough."
"I haven't been able to find accommodations," answered Bostwick warmly. "It's an outrage the way this town is conducted. I thought perhaps " "I'll fix you all right," cut in McCoppet. "Are you ready for a talk? Nothing has waited for you to come." "I came for an interview in fact "
"He's the one who is in trouble," she answered. "And he may think that I he does think something. He has lost his mine a very valuable property. Searle and some Mr. McCoppet have taken it away from Mr. Van Buren and all those poor old men after all their work, their waiting everything! You've got to help me to see what we can do!" "McCoppet's a gambler a short-card, tumble weed," said Glen.
"I secured permission from Government headquarters to explore all or any portions of the reservation, and take assistants with me," he imparted in a lowered tone of voice. "I had it mailed to me here by registered post. It should be at the post-office now." "Right," said McCoppet with more of an accent of approval in his utterance. "Get it out to-day.
"Suppose an accredited surveyor were to run out the reservation line the line next the 'Laughing Water' claim and make an error of an inch at the farthest end. Suppose that inch, projected several miles, became about a thousand feet wouldn't the 'Laughing Water' claim be discovered to be a part of the Indian reservation?" McCoppet eyed him narrowly, in silence, for a moment.
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