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At the hour set Pansy and Mr. Peaney found a corner table in the little restaurant, and when they had ordered Peaney asked, "Well, what you got on your mind?" "A big farmer from the backwoods with a trunkful of money. Don't know how he got it. Must have sold the family wood lot, but he's got it with him ... and he came down to invest it." "No." "Honest Injun." "How much?"
"You bet you kin.... We'll jest let Ovid lie hid while we kind of maneuver around Peaney some commencin' right soon. Peaney ever aspire to take you to dinner?" "Yes," she said, shortly. "Git organized to go with him to-night...." It was in the neighborhood of five o'clock when Mr. Peaney came into the Mountain House and stopped at the cigar counter for cigarettes.
In ten minutes they ascended a half point, and at every advance Scattergood figured his profit, and hesitated as to whether or not it would be best to close the transaction then and there, but Pansy cajoled him skillfully, making evident to Mr. Peaney the power of her influence over the old fellow. Scattergood was the picture of the fatuous countryman.
"Too scared to show his face.... If we can pull this across he can show it whenever he wants to I'll be gone." So Ovid Nixon was here in town. It was as she had reasoned. If here, he was somewhere in the building Mr. Peaney occupied as a bucket shop. "It's understood we divide if I introduce my farmer to you and show you how to get it." "You bet, sister." "Have you any money?
"It's as good as yours, right now," said Pansy. "We'll stay right here in my private room," said Peaney. "We can watch the board from here, and nobody will disturb us." "I'd kinder like to have folks see me makin' all this money," complained Scattergood, but he acquiesced, and presently quotations commenced to be posted on the board. International Utilities opened at seventy-six.
"Of course. To-morrow. Possibly this afternoon." "And I kin take this now?" Scattergood had his hands on the six thousand dollars; was handling it greedily. "It's yours," said Mr. Peaney. "Calc'lated it was," said Scattergood. "Calc'lated it was.... Now where's Ovid?" Mr. Peaney stared. Something had happened suddenly to this countryman. He was no longer fatuous, futile.
Peaney welcomed them, not without a certain uneasiness at the prospect of intrusting his money to Scattergood. "Let's git started right off," Scattergood said. "I'd like to tell it to the folks how I gained five thousand dollars in one mornin' jest doin' nothin' but settin'." "Very well," said Mr. Peaney.
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