He rose up heavily and stepped out into the street, shading his eyes from the glare of the sun. "Hello thar, Rimmy!" he rumbled bluffly as the horseman waved his hand, "whar you been so long, and nothin' heard of you? There's been a woman hyer, enquirin' for you, most every day for a month now!" "'S that so?" responded Rimrock guardedly. "Well, say, boys, I've struck it rich!"
"No, he robbed old Rimmy!" sobbed L. W. hysterically, "the best friend I ever had. And I was drunk and let the assessment work lapse. My God, he'll kill me for this!" "No, he won't!" she said and as she touched his hand L. W. let go and backed away. "Well, all right, Miss Fortune," he stammered brokenly, "but but he's got to git out of town!"
No, four hundred thousand dollars wouldn't give you a look-in on the pot that I've opened this trip." "W'y, you lucky fool!" exclaimed L. W. incredulously, his eyes still glued to the roll. "What's the proposition, Rimmy? Say, you know me, Rim!" "Yeh! Sure I do!" answered Rimrock dryly, and L. W. turned from bronze to a dull red.