Keith"s face wore a scowl as Sandy stepped outside. His conscience was not entirely clear and he did not like the general atmosphere of the office. He scented antagonism in this rancher who called him Keith without the prefix. It was all right for him to omit it, but.... He took out a cigar, bit off the end savagely and lit it.
"Mirandy wants to see you," panted Mormon. "She"s found out somethin"
about Keith that sure shows his play. He"s been discardin"!"
The Keith chauffeur had wandered off to the corrals where Sam was showing Blake around. Miranda handed Sandy a long envelope.
"Hen Collins had an accident last night," she said. "Blew a tire on the bridge by our place an" smashed through the railin". Bu"sted a rib or two an" was knocked out. We took him in. I"m sorry for Hen but it sure was a lucky accident. You see, Keith told him to keep quiet but Hen was grateful to Ed fo" takin" him in an" puttin" him to bed an" sendin" fo"
the doctor. Don"t open that envellup, that Keith weasel might be lookin". I reckon you"ll want to spring it on him sudden."
"Sure," said Sandy. "Spring what?"
"I"m fl.u.s.tered," admitted Miranda. "I usually talk straight. Now I"ll start to the beginnin". When Keith arrived on this trip he held quite a reception in his private car. Ed was there with the rest. He invited them up fo" cigars. Talked big about Casey Town an" gen"ally patted himself on the back. Said it was too bad all the stock of the Molly wasn"t held in locally, but of co"se the pore promoter had to have somethin" fo" his money. He was real affable. Ben Creel asked him if he didn"t want to sell some of his Molly stock an" they all laffed.
"This time, when he come back yesterday, he brings up the subject ag"in.
He, an" that secretary of his who looks like a coyote. I don"t know how many he saw or jest what he said, but this is what he told Hen. After he"d got Hen to lead up to it, mind you. That Casey Town was boomin" big an" that his own holdin"s was nettin" him a heap. That he liked Hen fine an" had picked him out as a representative citizen. With a lot mo"
slush, the upshot of which was that he lets him have a hundred shares of the Molly Mine at par. Hen was to say nothin" about it because, says Keith, if it got out he was sellin" stock, it would send down the price of the shares an" hurt Casey Town in general, Hereford some, an" you-all at the Three Star in partickler. I reckon he was plausible enough. Hen was sure tickled. He w"udn"t have said a word about it on"y Ed picks these shares up out of the bed of the crick an" give them to Hen afteh he"d been fixed up.
"Ed went nosin" around Hereford this mo"nin". He got eight men--their names is inside the envelope--Creel one of "em--to admit they"d bought some shares. Mighty glad they was to have "em. Ed didn"t tell "em anything different, but he come scootin" home at noon an" I borrowed Hen"s certificut, seein" he was asleep. An" here it is."
"Mirandy," said Sandy, "I"ll let Mormon tell you what we all think of you. You"ve sure dealt me an ace. Mormon, help Sam ride herd on the secretary. I"ll be callin" you in after a bit. You"ll stay, Mirandy?"
"I"ll go visit with Kate Nicholson. I"m beginnin" to like her real well.
Molly away?"
Sandy left Mormon to tell her and returned to the office. Keith eyed the envelope.
"Blake coming?" he asked.
"Not yet. When do we get another dividend from the Molly, Keith?"
Keith laughed.
"You"re as bad as all the others," he said. "Sell a man stock, give him a dividend and he"s like a girl eating candy. You had one just fourteen weeks ago."
Sandy nodded.
"I was askin" you about the _next_," he said, his voice still drawling but with a finer edge to it.
"Needing some ready money?"
"How about the dividend?"
"Why, that depends upon the output." Keith"s voice purred but his eyes had narrowed. He watched Sandy like a card player who begins to think his opponent superior to first impressions. "The output has been big.
The Molly has been a bonanza, so far. I do not think it wise always to pay dividends according to the immediate production, however. It is better, as a rule, to average it, generally to develop the mine as a whole rather than work the first rich veins."
"That why you boarded up the stopes?"
Keith"s face grew dark. The veins twitched at his temples.
"Look here, Bourke," he bl.u.s.tered. "You"ve been listening to some fool talk from that cub, Westlake. I know my business. You"ve got some stock in the mine, twenty-five per cent. I"ve put money and brains into it and I"ve got forty-nine per cent. Molly...."
"If you _had_ fo"ty-nine per cent. I wouldn"t be worryin" so much."
"What the devil do you mean?"
"I took you fo" a betteh gambler than to git mad," said Sandy. "I"ll jest ask you a question on behalf of myse"f an" partners" twenty-five per cent., an" Molly"s twenty-six, me bein" her guardian. Plump an"
plain, is the Molly pinched out?"
Keith hesitated, struggled to control himself.
"Save me a trip over to Casey Town, mebbe," Sandy added.
"I got mad just now, Bourke, because of the interference of a man I fired for lack of common sense, experience and recognition of his superiors. Westlake is a hot-head and I suppose he has some idea of trying to get even with me by belittling me in your eyes and running down my management. I think I have shown my interests allied with yours.
Mrs. Keith and I."
"She don"t come into this. You didn"t answer my question, Keith. How about it?"
"It"s a d.a.m.ned falsehood."
"Then why are you sellin" your stock?"
The words came like bullets as Sandy whipped the certificate out of the envelope and slapped it smartly on the desk. Keith whitened, flushed again, recovered himself.
"If I was not friendly to you, Bourke, I should take that as a direct insult. I can understand that you believe in Westlake and take stock in what he told you. But he is a discharged employee. He has every reason...."
Sandy held up his hand.
"He"s a friend of mine," he said. "Keith, I may not know the minin"
game--as you play it. In some ways it"s gamblin", like playin" poker.
I"ve played that a heap. I can tell pritty well when a man"s bluffin".
Mebbe you"re losin" some of yore nerve lately. You show it in yore face.
Yore eyes flickered when you said it was a "d.a.m.ned falsehood." I don"t hanker to insult a man but--I don"t believe you. An" here"s this stock you sold. I"ve got the names of more you sold it to. Why?"
"A man in my position," said Keith slowly, "swings many big deals and sometimes he is pushed for ready money."
"I reckon that"s the reason," said Sandy dryly. "Well, you"ve got to git it some other way. You"ve got to buy these stocks back, Keith. I control the big end of the stock in the Molly. If I have to go to the bother of gittin" an expert of my own, an" goin" to Casey Town to look back of those stopes, you"re goin" to be sorry fo" it."
"I have a right to sell my stock."
"You ain"t goin" to exercise that right, Keith. You may make a business sellin" chances to folks who like to buy "em, but you can"t sell Herefo"d folks paper when they think they"re buyin" gold. I won"t bunco my neighbors an" I ain"t goin" to "low you to do it with any proposition I"m interested in. You"ll give me the money you got fo" the shares with a list of the men you sold "em to an" I"ll tell "em the Molly is pinched out--as it is."
"You must be crazy, man! They wouldn"t believe you. If you went round with a statement like that you"d lose every cent of your own and your ward"s. You have no right...."
"Trouble is with you, you don"t know the meanin" of that last word,"
said Sandy. "Right is jest what I aim to do. We"ll put it up to Molly an" you"ll see where she stands. We don"t do business out west the way you do. We don"t rob our friends or even try an" run a razoo on strangehs. I reckon the folks"ll believe me. If they don"t I"ll give "em stock of ours, share fo" share, to convince "em until it"s known the Molly has flivvered."
"You"ll ruin the whole camp."
"Not to my mind. They"ll git out what gold"s left The Molly"ll shut down. I"ll git you to give me a statement "long with the money an" the list fo" me to check up, sayin" you"ve jest had news the vein has petered out sudden--like it has. That"s lettin" you down easy. They"ll think you an honorable man "stead of a bunco-steerer. I"m doin" this "count of the fact you folks have looked out fo" Molly. An" I"m tellin"