"Them kids"ll cost money, too."
Bill nodded, but no one could have detected any interest in his movement.
"How"d it be to get that claim worked for him--while he"s away?"
Bill shrugged.
"Mebbe Zip"ll be gettin" back," he said.
"An" if he don"t."
"You mean?"
There was interest enough in Bill now. His interrogation was full of suppressed force.
"Yes. James."
Bill sprang to his feet and kicked back his chair. The sudden rage in his eyes was startling, even to Minky, who was used to the man.
However, he waited, and in a moment or two his friend was talking again in his usually cold tone.
"I"ll jest git around an" see how Sunny"s doin"," he said.
Then he drew out a pipe and began to cut flakes of tobacco from a black plug.
"See here, Minky," he went on, after a moment"s pause. "You need to do some thinkin". How much dust have you got in the store?"
""Bout twenty thousand dollars."
"Whew!" Bill whistled softly as he packed the tobacco in his pipe. "An elegant parcel for strangers to handle."
The storekeeper"s face became further troubled.
"It sure is--if they handle it."
"Jest so."
Bill"s pipe was alight now, and he puffed at it vigorously, speaking between the puffs.
"Y"see, this feller James plays a big game. Cattle duffin" and ord"n"ry stage-robbin" ain"t good enough, nor big enough, to run his gang on. He needs gold stages, and we ain"t sendin" gold stages out.
Wal, wot"s the conclusion? I ast you?"
"He"ll hev to light out, or--"
"Jest so. Or he"ll get around here to--look into things. Those strangers last night were mebbe "lookin" into things." You"ll need to stow that dust where the rats can"t gnaw it. Later we"ll think things out. Meanwhile there"s one thing sure, we don"t need strangers on Suffering Creek. There"s enough o" the boys around to work the gold, an" when they get it they mostly know what to do with it. Guess I"ll get on up to Zip"s shack."
The two men walked out into the store. Minky in a pessimistic mood pa.s.sed in behind his counter. This question of gold had bothered him for some weeks. Since the first stage-robbing, and James" name had become a "terror" in the district, he had opened a sort of banking business for the prospectors. Commercially it appealed to him enormously. The profits under his primitive methods of dealing with the matter were dazzlingly large, and, in consequence, the business became a dominant portion of his trade. Nor was it until the quant.i.ty of gold he bought began to grow, and mount into thousands of dollars"
worth, that the difficulties of his traffic began to force themselves upon him. Then it was that he realized that if it was insecure to dispatch a gold stage laden with the property of the prospectors, how was he to be able to hold his stock at the store with any greater degree of security.
The more he thought of the matter the greater the difficulties appeared. Of course he saw possibilities, but none of them offered the security he needed. Then worry set in. History might easily repeat itself on Suffering Creek. James" gang was reported to be a large one.
Well, what if he chose to sweep down upon the camp, and clean the place out. Herein lay the trouble. And in consequence his days and nights were none too easy.
He had never spoken of the matter before. It was not a subject to be discussed with anybody. But Bill was different from the rest, and, for several days, Minky had sought an opportunity of unburdening himself to his friend. Now, at last, he had done so, and, in return, had received small enough comfort. Still he felt he had done the best thing.
CHAPTER IX
THE FORERUNNER OF THE TRUST
Bill pa.s.sed straight through the store and set out across the town dumps. And it would have been impossible to guess how far he was affected by Minky"s plaint. His face might have been a stone wall for all expression it had of what was pa.s.sing behind it. His cold eyes were fixed upon the hut ahead of him without apparent interest or meaning. His thoughts were his own at all times.
As he drew near he heard Sunny"s voice raised in song, and he listened intently, wondering the while if the loafer had any idea of its quality. It was harsh, nasal and possessed as much tune as a freshly sharpened "buzz-saw." But his words were distinct. Far too distinct Bill thought with some irritation.
"A farmer ast the other day if we wanted work.
Sez we, "Ol" man, the labour?" Sez he, "It"s binding wheat."
Sez we, "Ol" man, the figger?" "A dollar an" a ha"f the sum."
Sez we, "Ol" man, go an" tickle yerself, we"d a durned sight sooner b.u.m!"
"Anythin" at all, marm, we"re nearly starvin", Anything to hel-l-lp the b.u.mmers on their wa-ay, We are three b.u.ms an" jolly good chums, An" we live like Royal Turks, An" with good luck we b.u.m our chuck, An" it"s a fool of a man wot works.""
Just as Sunny was about to begin the next verse Bill appeared in the doorway, and the vocalist was reduced to a pained silence by his harsh criticism.
"You"d orter be rootin" kebbeges on a hog ranch wi" that voice," he said icily. "You"re sure the worst singer in America."
Then he glanced round for the children. They were nowhere to be seen.
Sunny was at the cookstove boiling milk in a tin "billy." His face was greasy with perspiration, and, even to Bill"s accustomed eyes, he looked dirtier than ever. He stood now with a spoon poised, just as he had lifted it out of the pot at the moment of the other"s entrance.
"Where"s the kids?" the latter demanded sharply.
Sunny shifted his feet a little uneasily and glanced round the dirty room. The place looked as though it hadn"t been cleaned for a month.
There was a hideous acc.u.mulation of unwashed utensils scattered everywhere. The floor was unswept, let alone unwashed. And the smell of stale food and general mustiness helped to add to the keenness of the visitor"s nervous edge as he waited for the man"s reply.
"Guess they"re out on the dumps playin" at findin" gold," Sunny said, with a slightly forced laugh. "Y"see, little Vada"s staked out a claim on a patch of elegant garbage, an" is digging fer worms. Them"s the gold. An" Jamie"s playin" "bad man" an" swoopin" down on her and sneakin" her worms. It"s a new game. Y"see, I thought it out and taught "em how to play it. They"re a heap struck on it, too. I--"
But words somehow failed him under the baleful stare of the other"s eyes. And turning back to the milk he fell into a stupid silence.
"You"ll get right out an" huyk them kiddies off"n those dumps," cried Bill sharply. "You got no more sense in your idjot head than to slep when your eyes shut. Diggin" worms on the dumps! Gee! Say, if it ain"t enough to give "em bile and measles, an"--an" spots, then I don"t know a "deuce-spot" from a hay-rake. Git right out, you loafin" b.u.m, an"
fetch "em in, an" then get the muck off"n your face, an" clean this doggone shack up. I"d sure say you was a travelin" hospital o" disease by the look of you. I"m payin" you a wage and a heap good one, so git out--an" I"ll see to that darn milk."
Argument was out of the question, so Sunny adopted the easier course of obedience to his employer"s orders. He dropped the spoon into the milk with a suddenness that suggested resentment, and shuffled out, muttering. But Bill followed him to the door.
"How?" he inquired threateningly.
"I didn"t say nothin"," lied Sunny.
"I didn"t jest guess you did," retorted Bill sarcastically. And he watched his man hurry out into the sunlight with eyes that had somehow become less severe.