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We're overcapitalized right now to the limit; we've watered the stock until it would float a fleet of battle-ships and we're dangerously near the line " "Well, what can I do?" Wiley ran his hands through his hair. "I've banked everything on this Lost Souls venture, and God knows I've gone the limit to put it through!" "Have you?" Chase turned at the window.
"Open that door this minute, Wob Wiley! I'm a goin' to see about that." Rob hesitated. The latch was clearly out of Periwinkle's reach. Rob had a faint hope that the little thing might divert the wrathful teacher from her prey. He raised the latch and set the door slightly ajar. "Now push," he said to Periwinkle.
Wiley walked along beside her, for he saw that she was spent; and as her slender feet sank deep in the yielding sand she lagged and slowed down, and stopped. Then as she turned to take her canteen from the saddle, she swayed and clutched at the horn. "You'd better ride," he said and, taking her in his arms, he lifted her to the saddle like a child.
Then the night came on and the streets of Keno were empty, except for the flying dirt. But it is nights such as this that move some men to greater daring and as Wiley Holman, far out on the desert, felt the rush and surge of wind he struck a swift circle and, turning back towards Keno, he bored his way into the teeth of the storm.
There was a war on now between the Huffs and Holmans into which Wiley's father had been drawn; and since Honest John had repudiated his son's acts and disclaimed all interest in his deal, Charley knew that Wiley was bitter. He had cut off the Widow from her one source of revenue but, when she had accused him of doing it for his father, Wiley had forgotten the last of his chivalry.
His anger turned cold and he looked down the barrel at the grinning, spiteful eyes behind. "You go to hell!" he growled, and George jabbed the gun into his stomach. "Put 'em up!" he ordered, but some devil of resistance seized Wiley as his hands went up.
Wiley looked down on the house that sheltered Virginia and smiled to think of her there. She was waiting on miners, but the time would come when someone would be waiting on her. In the back of his brain a bold plan had been forming to feed fat his grudge against Blount and restore the Huffs to their own and it needed but a word from her to put the plan into action.
Besides, Rose Wiley was a nice girl, neat as wax, energetic, merry, amiable, economical.
A wearied burro halted and, as Charley chased him with his club, the rest rushed ahead to escape; and then, as they came to the crest of the wave, Virginia's burro stopped dead. "I'll lead him," she said as Wiley came up, and started after the pack.
Wiley possessed the gift of gathering recondite bits of news, he had confidence in his topics and in his manner of dealing with them; and Edward, pretending to be entertained, went so far in his politeness as to ask Mr. Wiley if he had had supper. "I don't care if I sample one of Mis' Bumpus's doughnuts," Mr.
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