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Updated: June 21, 2025
Glowing words told of the possibilities of the Silver Queen, the assayer's report was reproduced on a special cut which evidently had been made in Denver and sent to Ohadi by rush delivery. Offices had been opened; everything had been planned in advance and the advertisement written before the town was aware of the big discovery up Kentucky Gulch.
Soon a crowd appeared, led by gesticulating, vociferous men, who veered suddenly into the Ohadi Bank at the corner, leaving the multitude without for a moment, only to return, their hands full of gold certificates, which they stuck into their hats, punched through their buttonholes, stuffed into their pockets, allowing them to hang half out, and even jammed down the collars of their rough shirts, making outstanding decorations of currency about their necks.
We 'll 'ave to raise money anyway to work the mine like we ought to. And it 'd cost something. You always 'ave to underwrite that sort of thing. I sort of like it, even if we 'd 'ave to sell stock a little below par. It 'd keep Ohadi from getting a bad name and all that." "I think so too." Anita Richmond laughed, "It suits me fine." Fairchild looked down at her and smiled.
Everywhere it was the same; it was as if Ohadi suddenly had been struck by some catastrophe which had wiped out the whole population. Only now and then a human being appeared, a few persons left behind at the banks, but that was about all. Then from far away, up the street leading from Kentucky Gulch, came the sound of cheering and shouting.
Noon found more water than ever tumbling down the hills the smaller pumps were working now in unison with the larger one for Sam Herbenfelder had not missed a single possible outlet of aid in his campaign; every man in Ohadi with an obligation to pay, with back interest due, or with a bill yet unaccounted for was on his staff, to say nothing of those who had volunteered simply to still the tearful remonstrances of the hand-wringing, diamond-less, little jeweler.
By personal animosity? There was the whole town of Ohadi to testify that the highwayman was a big man, of the build of Harry, and that he spoke with a Cornish accent. There were the sworn members of the posse to show that they, without guidance, had discovered the horse and the cache, and the Rodaines were nowhere about to help them.
Once they had him just at the edge of the penitentiary, but I I happened to know a few things that well, he did n't go." Again Mother Howard chuckled, only to grow serious once more. "Those days were a bit wild in Ohadi everybody was crazy with the gold or silver fever; out of their head most of the time.
A mile more, then the truck stopped with a jerk. "Where you bound for, pardner?" Fairchild turned absently, then grinned in embarrassment. "Ohadi." "That's it, straight ahead. I turn off here. Stranger?" "Yep." "Miner?" Fairchild shrugged his shoulders and nodded noncommittally. The truck driver toyed with his wheel. "Just thought I 'd ask. Plenty of work around here for single and double jackers.
Tell him to get hold of this fellow Barnham and pinch him, and then send him up to Ohadi in care of Pete Carr or some other good officer. We 've got a lot of things to say to him." The message went through. Then the two sheriffs rose and looked at their revolvers. "Now for the tough one." Bardwell made the remark, and Mason smiled grimly. Fairchild rose and went to them. "May I go along?"
The door opened, and a young man, alert, almost cocky in manner, with black, snappy eyes showing behind horn-rimmed glasses, entered and reached for the sole chair that the room contained. "My name 's Farrell," he announced. "Randolph P. Farrell. And to make a long story short, I 'm your lawyer." "My lawyer?" Fairchild stared. "I haven't any lawyer in Ohadi. The only "
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