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He advanced upon Lapham, his great head thrust out as he followed his squirming flight through the crowd; and when he was gone he turned upon Eells who stood his ground with insolent courage. "And you, you big slob," he went on threateningly, "you don't need to think you'll git off. I ain't afraid of your gun-man, and I ain't afraid of you, and before we get through I'm going to git you.
But aw cripes, dang these lawyers, I don't want to monkey around gimme a hundred thousand dollars and she's yours." "The Stinging Lizard?" inquired Eells and wrote it absently on his blotter at which Wunpost began to sweat. "I don't sign nothing!" he reminded him, and Eells smiled indulgently. "Very well, you can acknowledge it before witnesses."
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.
"Oh, you're going to fight Eells!" she cried out reproachfully. "I just know something dreadful will happen." "You bet your life it will but not to me. I'm after that old boy's hide." "And won't you take the money?" she asked regretfully, and when he shook his head she wept.
"Well, that posed him, he seemed kinder bothered, and looked down. "'An eel, eh! well, it mought be an eel, sais be, 'that's a fact. I didn't think of that; but then if it was, it was god-mother granny Eells, that promised I should renounce the devil and all his works, that took that shape, and come to keep me to my bargain.
Witt was married in June, 1834, to Miss Eliza A. Douglass, of Albany, but who was a native of Rhode Island. Of the four children who were the fruit of this marriage, but two survive. The elder daughter, Mary, is now the wife of Mr. Dan P. Eells, of Cleveland. The younger, Emma, is the wife of Col. W. H. Harris, of the United States Army, now in command of the arsenal at Indianapolis. Mr.
She knew that the autos were rushing in with men and the slow freighters were hauling in supplies all the real news for her was the number of saloons and restaurants, and that Eells was starting a bank. A bank! And in Blackwater! The only bank that Blackwater had ever had or needed was the safe in Old Whiskers' saloon; and now this rich schemer, this iron-handed robber, was going to start a bank!
"Not with me!" asserted Wunpost, "I've consulted one of the best lawyers in Nevada and I'm posted on every detail. There's Pisen-face Lynch, that everybody knows is a gun-man in the employ of Judson Eells, and at the first crooked move I'd be justified in killing him and then in killing you and Eells.
"Big fat man," he lied and Wunpost smiled grimly he would tell this later to Eells. "Nope," he said and shook his head warningly at which the Indian seemed to meditate his plight. "Big tall man," he amended and Wunpost nodded. "Sure," he said. "What name you callum?" "Callum Lynchie," admitted the Apache with a sickly grin, "she come San Carlos busca scout."
"I want that contract," returned Wunpost doggedly but Judson Eells shook his head. "How about ten thousand dollars?" suggested Eells at last, "for a quit-claim on the Stinging Lizard Mine?" "Nothing doing!" flashed back Wunpost, "I don't sign no quit-claim nor no other paper, for that matter. You might have it treated with invisible ink, or write something else in, up above.
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