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Stoner sat in frowning silence while the argument raged, but he broke in finally: "I've always wanted to pull a real salting job, just to show how easy it is to gyp the cagy ones not an oil-can job like this, but something big. This looks like the piscological moment." "Lay off, I tell you!" McWade cried.
"You mean if I got stock in a company that's blowed up, and I'm living in Oshkosh, all pretty, that I can be hooked for the debts some crook runs up here in Texas?" "Precisely." This intelligence brought no consternation to the partners; on the contrary, McWade, the optimist, grinned widely. "Goes to show you we have been playing the game along safe and legitimate lines," said he.
If it hadn't of been for the general excitement, he might of insisted on time to do some exploring, but he's pulled a rig off another job and he's sending it right up." "We've got some good news, too," McWade asserted. "Avenger Number One is trying hard to come in." "No?" "I tell you Gray's got a rabbit foot. If we continue to trail along with him, I'll be losing you as a partner, Brick."
From the roof of the car another knight of the road signaled, and thither McWade clambered, kicking off the clutching hand of his former enemy. The second traveler was a robust man, deliberate but sure of movement, and his pockets were filled with nuts and bolts.
He sold his stock in two days, thirty-five thousand shares, then he blew. Some Coal-oil John, who had plunged for about three shares, got to studying his own map, found there was something wrong and let up a squawk. But Silver Tip had faded like the mists of early morn thirty-five stronger than he was. Snappy work, eh?" McWade frowned his disapproval.
We merely clashed in the course of business." Mallow allowed himself to sink back upon the desk; he turned his dark goggles upon his friends in a blind stare of bewilderment. "Well, I'll be damned!" he said, finally. "Mallow thought we had helped to spring him." It was McWade speaking. "That's why he beat it up here and that's how we happened to put him to work."
The next instant both McWade and Stoner sat erect in their chairs, with eyes alert and questioning, for at sight of the stranger Mallow had leaped to his feet with a smothered exclamation, and now stood with his back to the desk and with his head outthrust in a peculiar attitude of strained intensity. "Well, well, Mallow!" The caller's face broke into an engaging smile as he crossed the threshold.
The unforeseen invariably had intervened to prevent a killing. Either a pal had squealed, or the postal authorities had investigated, or a horse had fallen anyhow, whenever victory had perched upon his banner something always had happened to frighten the bird before its wings were fairly folded. Mr. McWade had finally determined to wipe off the slate and commence all over.
Queer how women interfere with business. Here he was going at things backward, whirling out to the oil fields when he should be with McWade and Stoner. They would probably be distracted at his nonarrival, but this was business, too. And she would drive out to get him. There would be the long ride back.
McWade blazed with enthusiasm at the suggestion. "Take a piece of the stock yourself, Mr. Gray, and we'll put it over in a day. With your name at the top of the list it will bally-hoo itself." "Not a share. Your amiable proposition brings me directly to another point which has a bearing upon our main campaign.
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