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He had been right in Blackwater during all the trouble, although now he was out in the hills; and an Indian whom Wunpost had sent on a scout reported that the Shoshones had no knowledge of the shooting.
The Indian rode on, leaving the white man to his fate and heading for Furnace Creek Ranch; and Wunpost, sweating streams and cursing to himself, flogged on toward Poison Spring. It was a hideous thing to do, but Lynch had chosen to follow him and his blood would be upon his own head.
Speak up, or I'll wring your neck!" He released his hold and Dusty Rhodes staggered back, while the crowd looked on in alarm. "W'y, that's Whiskers," explained Dusty, "the saloon-keeper down in Blackwater. I guess I didn't tell you but he give me a grubstake and so he gits half my claim." "Your claim!" echoed Wunpost. "Since when was this your claim?
"You're a bunch of crooks!" he burst out indignantly. "I only deposited that money on a bet! And here you turn loose and spend the whole roll, and start to pay me back in fives and tens." "No, but Mr. Calhoun," broke in Judson Eells impatiently, "you don't understand how banking is done." "Yes I do!" yelled back Wunpost, "but, by grab, I had a dream, and I dreamt that your danged bank was broke!
The Apache was fighting mad, until Wunpost came back and tamed him; and then Wunpost spoke straight out. "Here, you!" he said, "you savvy coyote? You want him come eat you up? Well, talk then, you dastard; or I'll go off and leave you. Come through now who brought you over here?" The Apache looked up at him from under his banged hair and his evil eyes roved fearfully about.
"Aw, cripes," scoffed Wunpost, "you can't win all the time why don't you take your medicine like a sport? Didn't I name the danged hole The Stinging Lizard? Well, there was your warning but you got stung!" He laughed heartily at the joke and looked up the street, ignoring the staring crowd. "Well, got to go!" he said. "Where is that road you built like to go up and take a look at it!"
But instead he stepped forth untrammeled by its weight, with nothing but a stone and a sling, and because the scoffing giant refused to raise his shield he was struck down by the pebble of a child. But giant Judson Eells was in a baby-killing mood when he invited Wunpost and Wilhelmina to his den; and when they emerged, after signing articles of incorporation, he licked his chops and smiled.
"Oh, is that Judson Eells?" broke in Billy quickly and Wunpost nodded his head. "That's the hombre," he said his voice waxing louder, "he's one of these grubstake sharks. He came to Nevada after the Tonopah excitement with a flunkey they call Flip Flappum.
"No, I don't acknowledge nothing!" insisted Wunpost stubbornly, "and you've got to put the money in my hand. How about fifty thousand dollars and make it all cash, and I'll agree to get out of town." "No-o, I haven't that much on hand at this time," observed Judson Eells, frowning thoughtfully. "I might give you a draft on Los Angeles." "No cash!" challenged Wunpost, "how much have you got?
He had to send to Los Angeles to get the money for this first payment " "What, have you accepted his money?" shouted Wunpost accusingly, and Wilhelmina rose to her feet. "Mr. Calhoun," she said, "I'll have you to understand that I own this mine myself. And I'm not going to sit here and be yelled at like a Mexican not by you or anybody else." "Oh, it's yours, is it?" he jeered.
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