"Um-m! Dunno"s I"m glad or sorry."
"Indeed! What difference can it make to you?"
"A lot. It"s like this: my boy Buddy has took a turrible shine to you, an" he can"t talk about nothin" else. I was sort of hopin"--"
"Yes?"
"Buddy"s ignerunt. He can read an" write an" figger some, but he"s got about the same company manners as a steer, an" he"s skeered of crowds.
When he sees strangers he"s liable to charge "em or else throw up his head an" his tail an" run plumb over a cliff. He"d ought to go to school, but he says he"s too big, an" he"d have to set with a lot of little children. Him an" Allie"s alike, that way--it r"ars "em up on their hind feet to be laughed at."
"Get a tutor for them."
"A what?" When Gray had explained the meaning of the word, Mr.
Briskow"s face cleared. "That"s what I figgered on, but I didn"t know what you called "em. That"s why I"m sorry you"re so well off. Y" see I"d of paid you anything--I"d of doubled whatever you"re gettin"--" The speaker raised a hopeful gaze; he paused as if to make sure that his hearer was beyond temptation. "I thought mebbe him and you"d like to travel some--go to furrin places--see the hull world. I kin afford it."
"Thank you for the compliment, but--"
"I got some big deals on, an" Buddy"s got to learn enough so"s to hang onto what"s comin" to him an" Allie. He needs a man like you to learn him, an" be an example. It would be a payin" job, Mister Gray."
It was in a voice graver than usual that the younger man spoke: "Briskow, you"re sensible enough to understand plain talk. I"m not a fit man to teach Buddy what he ought to know. In fact, I"m about the worst person you could select."
"How so?"
"Because I"m a good deal of a--rotter. I couldn"t permit Buddy to make a mess of his life, such as I"ve made of mine."
The father sighed. "I s"pose you know, but--Well, I"m disapp"inted. But it wasn"t hully on that account I come to Dallas. Ma told me over the telephone how nice you been an" what you done for her "n" Allie, so I says to myself I"ll square things by givin" him a chance to make some money."
Gray stirred slightly in his chair and regarded the speaker more keenly.
"When oil come in at Ranger, n.o.body thought it would get out our way, but Ma had a dream--a lot of dreams--about oil on our farm, so I got an outfit to come there an" drill. Folks thought we was crazy, and we didn"t expect they"d find much, ourselves--a few bar"l a day would of looked big--but I allus had ambitions to be good an" rich, so I got options on quite a bit of acreage. It didn"t take no money at the time, "cause land was what people had most of. Along with the rest, there"s a hundred an" sixty right next to ours--hill stuff that wouldn"t feed a goat. It"s wuth a lot of money now, but the option"s "most run out."
"When does it expire?"
"Sat.u.r.day."
"That"s to-morrow."
Gus Briskow nodded. "It"s cheap at a thousand dollars an acre, an" it costs two hundred."
"Of course you"ll take it."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Per one thing, I got a lot of other land just as good an" mebbe better, an" I been takin" it up out of the royalties that come in. We got enough sure money in sight to do us, but I promised Ma to play safe, an"--we can"t take everything. You kin have that option, Mister Gray, for nothin". You kin sell the lease inside of a week an" make fifty thousand dollars, or you kin hold it an" make mebbe a million.
All it"ll cost you is thirty-two thousand dollars. I don"t make a cent out of it."
"Thirty-two thousand dollars! Not much, is it?"
"It ain"t nothin" to a man like you."
Gray nodded and smiled queerly as he thanked the nester, then from his pockets he removed several crumpled wads of currency and a handful of silver. These he counted before saying: "What capital I have is entirely liquid--it"s all in cash. There is eighty-seven dollars and forty-three cents. It is every dollar in the world that I possess."
"Huh?" Gus Briskow"s bright eyes searched the smiling countenance before him. "You"re--jokin". I thought you said you was rich."
"I am rich. I don"t owe a nickel, and won"t, until my hotel bill is due, day after to-morrow. I"m in full possession of all my faculties.
I"m perfectly healthy and cheerful. I know men who would pay a million dollars for my health alone, and another million to enjoy my frame of mind. That"s two million--"
"Well--doggone _me_!" There was a pause, then the speaker brightened.
"Mebbe you"ll take Buddy, after all? You kin set your own wages."
Gray shook his head. "There are two good reasons why I couldn"t accept, even if I wished. I"ve told you one; I"m too fond of you Briskows to risk ruining Buddy."
"What"s the other one?"
"A purely personal reason. I have a definite something to do here in Texas. Before I can accomplish it, I shall have to make a lot of money, but that I shall do easily. I make money rapidly when I start."
"You gotta git goin" afore long." Briskow allowed his eyes to rove about the s.p.a.cious Governor"s suite. ""Specially with only eighty-seven forty--"
"That is nearly eighty-seven dollars more than I had when I arrived.
Three weeks ago I was an utter stranger here; to-day I know everybody worth knowing in a business way, and some of them are my friends."
"If you could learn Buddy to make friends like that--"
But Gray raised his hand. "I derive a certain amus.e.m.e.nt from my own peculiar characteristics and capabilities, but I should detest them in another."
"Well, you sure need money, and--I kin he"p you out."
"Thank you, but I sha"n"t borrow. If the time were not so short, I could probably turn this lease you so kindly offered me. But something else will happen along."
Briskow sighed. "I could of sold it myself--thought I had it sold to a bunch from Wichita, but they tricked me. I offered it the day you was at our house for eighty thousand and Nelson more "n half agreed to--"
"_Who?_"
Briskow looked up at the tone of this inquiry. "One of the fellers from Wichita Falls. I s"pose he knowed the option was about run out; anyhow, he"s been holdin" me off from day to day till it"s too late now fer me to--"
"What is his name?" Gray broke in, sharply. "Name"s Nelson. Bell Nelson"s son. Bell"s hard-boiled, but--"
"Henry Nelson?"
"That"s him."
Gray rose from his chair and strode swiftly to the window. He stood there staring down into the street for a moment before saying, curtly, "Go on!"
"You know them Nelsons?"
"I know--Henry."