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Eells and my instructions were to follow you and find it." "Well, if you'd followed your instructions," returned Wunpost easily, "you sure would have found a mine. Do you see these two bags? Plum full of ore that I dug since I gave you the shake. Go back and report that to your boss." "You're a liar!" snarled Lynch, but his eyes were on the ore-sacks and now they were gleaming with envy.
"Come here!" commanded Wunpost but as he reached down to slap him a voice called his name from above. "Don't whip him!" it begged and Wunpost withheld his hand for Wilhelmina had been much in his mind.
"Hello!" he hailed, spurring his horse up to the portal and letting out his rope as he entered. "Kinder hot, out there in the sun. Well, how's tricks?" he inquired, sitting down in the shade and wiping the streaming sweat from his eyes. "Hungry Bill says you s-spurned my gold!" "What did you tell that old Indian?" burst out Wilhelmina wrathfully, and Wunpost looked up in surprise.
The desert was quite bare as far as he could see no horseman came or went, every distant trail was empty, the way to Tank Canyon was untrod. And yet somewhere there must be a man and a horse a very ordinary horse, such as any man might have, and a man who wiped out his tracks. Wunpost lay there a long time, sweeping the washes with his glasses, and then a shadow passed over him and was gone.
"It is if I say so," replied Wunpost authoritatively, "and if Williemeena Campbell consents. But git it straight now we're running this property and you and Dusty are nothing. You're the minority, see, and if you make a crooked move we'll put you both off the claim. Can you git that through your head?"
"What were you doing?" she demanded when she had given him her lunch, and Wunpost reared up at the challenge. "I was riding along that trail," he answered defiantly, "and I wasn't doing a thing. And then a bullet came down and got me through the leg I didn't even hear the shot. All I know is I was riding and the next thing I knew I was down and my horse was laying on my leg.
Was it possible that his great strike was right there at their door while they had been searching for it clear across Death Valley? It was like the crafty Wunpost always to head north when his mine was hidden safely to the south; and yet how had it escaped the eyes of the prospectors who had been combing the hills for months? Where was it possible for a mine to be hid in all that expanse of peaks?
"Aw, forget it; forget it!" exclaimed Wunpost impatiently, "didn't I tell you this is no Sunday school picnic? What're you going to do, let him go on robbing everybody until he has all the money in the world? No, you've got to play the game go after him with the hay hooks and get his back hair if you can!
And now he lay and waited, listening to the running of his mules and the frenzied barking of his dog; and it came to him vaguely that several shots had been fired, and some from the east bank of the wash. But the man who had hit him had fired from the west and Wunpost crept down the wash and looked up.
Lynch followed your trail and well, we have already taken possession of the mine." "Under the contract?" inquired Wunpost and when Eells assented Wunpost shut his lips down grimly. "Good!" he said, "now I've got you where I want you. We're partners, ain't that it, under our contract? And you don't give a whoop for justice or nothing as long as you get it all! Well, you'll get it, Mr.
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