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But the mass had started, and was moving faster. Sprudell's feet went from under him, and he collapsed in a limp heap. Then he turned over and scrabbled madly with hands and feet for something that would hold. Everything loosened at his touch and joined the sliding bank of shale. He could as easily have stopped his progress down a steep slate roof. "Oh, Lord! There goes my dude!"
Was that why Griswold would not leave? "What's Toy got to do with it?" he demanded. It was the old man's turn to stare. "What's Toy got to do with it?" He looked intently at Sprudell's small round eyes hard as agate at his selfish, Cupid's mouth. "You don't think I'd quit him, do you, when he's sick leave him here to die alone?"
Sometimes its a hankerin' to travel, or be State Senator, or have a whole bunch of bananny's hangin' up in the house to onct. I knowed an old feller that died pinin' for a briled lobster with his last breath. Since I read that piece about sobbin' out my gratitude on Sprudell's broad chest it's woke a new ambition in me.
There was no need to warn Sprudell again to "look where he was goin'," as he existed from that moment with his gaze alternating between the gruesome bundle and the gloomy face of his black-browed host. Incredulity and suspicion shone plainly in his eyes. Sprudell's imagination was a winged thing, and now it spread its startled pinions.
Sprudell's answer was a malignant look from one to the other. "On the square," said Bruce ruefully when the last turn of the revolving door had shut Sprudell into the street, "I hadn't an idea of stirring up anything like this when I spoke to you." "It doesn't matter," Helen answered coldly. "It will disabuse his mind of the notion that he has any claim on me."
Whatever there was of magnanimity, of justice, or of honor, in Sprudell's nature was to become poisoned by the venom of his vindictive malice where it concerned Bruce Burt. Bruce had altered materially in appearance since that one occasion in his life, in Sprudell's office, when he had been conscious of his clothes.
We are now ready, and desire, to finance a close corporation, with a limited capital, to operate this property on a scale BEFITTING ITS IMPORTANCE. Helen closed the pamphlet and passed it back. She knew nothing of mining and had no reason to doubt its truth or Sprudell's honesty. Not only the facts but the magnitude of the possibilities as he had outlined them were bewildering.
Dill's orders were to get upon the ground which had been worked in a primitive way by a fellow named Bruce Burt now deceased he was told and relocate it in Sprudell's name together with seven other contiguous claims, using the name of dummy locators which would give Sprudell control of one hundred and sixty acres by doing the assessment work upon one.
She had intended to tell him of Sprudell, to show him Smaltz's confession, and the options which would defeat Sprudell's plotting, but in the face of his narrow obstinacy, his deep prejudices, she felt the futility of words or argument. She had not for a moment counted upon such opposition; now she felt helpless, impotent before this armor of hardness. "I don't care what he's had to fight.
How extraordinary perhaps Peters; no, not Peters, as she read the name of a side street florist on the box, he was not to be suspected of any such economy as that. Roses a dozen a little too full blown to last very long but lovely. T. Victor Sprudell's card fell out as she took them from the box. Bruce stood before the blackboard in the Bartlesville station studying the schedule.
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