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They were all there, the men mentioned by name by Thompson as having been in the place when Dale was killed. "What is this, a graveyard meetin'?" asked Racey of McFluke, glancing from the assembled multitude to McFluke and smiling slightly. It was no part of wisdom, thought Racey, to let these men know of his encounter with Thompson. He had Thompson's story. He was anxious to hear theirs.
I don't want you anywhere on my property if they do come sniffin' round." "I'm right comfortable here," declared McFluke, and lay down upon the bunk. "You'd better go," said Mr. Pooley, softly. "Not unless I get some money first." "So that's the game, is it? Think I'll pay you to drift, huh? How much?" "Oh, about ten thousand." "Is that all?" "Well, say fifteen and not a check, neither."
It remained equally silent when they entered. McFluke, behind the bar, wearing a black eye and a puffed nose, nodded to them civilly. In chairs ranged round the walls sat an assortment of men Peaches Austin, Luke Tweezy, Jack Harpe, Doc Coffin, Honey Hoke, and Lanpher. The latter was nursing a slung right arm.
He held up the finger-tip for the sheriff's inspection. The tip was black with the dust of weeks. "That door has been wedged back all this hot weather," said Racey, gently. "Look at the dust under the door on both sides of the wedge, too. Bet that wedge ain't been out of place for a month." Softly as he spoke McFluke heard him. " you!
"I was here when Molly found it out." Mr. Dale nodded miserably. He was too utterly wretched to resent Racey's interference with his affairs. "She she told me," he said. "Don't they know about the other two thousand you lost to McFluke, or what you dropped at Lacey's?" Mr. Dale shook his head. "I never told 'em. I I only lost fifteen or sixteen hundred at Lacey's, anyway."
"What did the boss say when him and Lanpher got here and found old Dale gone?" he asked, carelessly. "He raised hell," replied McFluke. "But Lanpher wasn't with him. Yuh know old Dale hates Lanpher like poison. Well, I told Jack, like I tell you, that if anything slips up account o' this, Peaches Austin can take the blame."
"It ain't only Luke Tweezy who's gotta win out, and you know it. And they's an 'if' the size of Pike's Peak between us and winning out. I tell you, I don't like it. It's too damn dangerous." "Shore, it's dangerous," assented Racey, slowly revolving his glass between his thumb and fingers, and wondering how far he dared go with this McFluke person. "But a gent has to live."
"Unless he's at the corral." "I'll take the chance, Chuck. You stay here down that draw is a good place. I'll go on alone. McFluke don't know me. Maybe I can find out something, see. Bimeby you come along half-hour, maybe. You don't know me, either. I'll get into conversation with you. You follow my lead. We'll pull McFluke in if we can. Between the two of us Well, anyhow, we'll see what he says."
"A graveyard meeting," repeated the saloon-keeper. "Well, and that's what it is in a manner of speaking." Racey stared. "I bite. What's the answer?" The saloon-keeper cleared his throat. "Old Dale's been killed." "Has, huh? Who killed him?" Racey allowed his eyes casually to skim the expressionless faces of the men backed against the walls. "A stranger killed him," replied McFluke, heavily.
"I'll fix it up with Jack," Racey lied with a wonderfully straight face. "Don't you worry." "I ain't worryin'," Peaches denied, irritably. "I ain't afraid of Jack, I tell you." "Shore," soothed Racey, who, having formed an estimate of Peaches, ranked him scarcely higher than McFluke and treated him accordingly. "Shore, I know you ain't.
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