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But now it's all built don't tell him how you did it; because I want him to have a little happiness. He's been working so long and this came, as he said, just like an act of Providence; so let's not tell him, and when he's taken out his ore he can pay Mr. Eells, if he wishes to." "If he's crazy!" corrected Wunpost. "What, pay that crook? Say, do you see those two men on the trail?
"Oh, please!" she protested and his eyes opened big before they closed down in a sudden scowl. "Well, I'll show you," he said and packed and rode off in silence. Since a bullet from nowhere had shot him through the leg, Wunpost had learned a new fear of the hills.
How much did you lose on the Stinging Lizard?" "I lost over thirty thousand dollars, with the road work and all," answered Eells with ponderous exactitude, and Wunpost laughed again. "Thirty thousand!" he echoed. "I wish it was a million! But you can't say that I didn't warn you!" "Warn me!" raged Eells, "you did nothing of the kind. It was a deliberate attempt to defraud me."
Litigation is expensive it takes time and it takes money and I'm willing to do what is right." "Well, gimme back that contract!" blurted out Wunpost desperately, "and you can keep your doggoned mine. But if you don't by grab I'll fight you!" "No, I can't do that," replied Eells regretfully, "and I'll tell you, Mr. Calhoun, why.
"I'll make it two hundred," interposed Judson Eells hastily, "and surrender the cancelled grubstake!" "I don't want the danged grubstake!" burst out Wunpost impatiently. "What good is it now, when my claim has been jumped and I ain't got a prospect in sight? No, it ain't worth a cent, now that the Sockdolager is located, and I don't want it counted for anything."
"Well, I know one thing," stated Wunpost. "I'm going to keep these papers until he makes the last of those payments. Because if he don't dig that gold out inside of four years it won't be because he don't try." "No, you give them to me," she demanded, pouting, and Wunpost handed them over. This was a new one on him Wilhelmina turning pouty!
There was Stove-pipe Hole, with the grave close by of the man who had not stopped to bail the hole; and, nearest of all, was Poison Spring, the worst water in all Death Valley. Wunpost turned out and started north, daring his enemies to follow, and Lynch accept the challenge alone.
Good Luck came out for a moment, looked down at him reproachfully, and crawled back under the house, Yes, it was hot in the canyon, for the ridge cut off the wind and the rimrock reflected yet more heat, but Wunpost was happy through it all. He had told Blackwater where it could go.
"Why what's this?" demanded Eells, and then he saw Wunpost and his lip dropped down and came up. "Oh, excuse me, Miss Campbell," he burst out hastily, "we'll come back didn't know you were occupied." He started to back out and Wunpost and Wilhelmina exchanged glances, for they had never seen him flustered before.
There was a dew on the ground, for the nights had turned cold and, though he was no hound, Good Luck could follow the scent, which was only a few hours old. Wunpost had slept till after midnight and then silently departed, taking only Old Walker and his mate; and the trail of their sharp-shod shoes was easily discernible except where they went over smooth rocks.
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