"He'll burst if he keeps on. I suppose I shouldn't keep you any
longer--he's looking this way pretty often, I notice; nothing but
the beer-keg holds him, I imagine. And when he empties that--"
She shrugged her shoulders, and sat down facing Hart.
"Maybe you could bribe Jim Wakely into giving something away,"
she suggested. "I'd sure like to see Baumberger stub his toe in
this deal! Or maybe you could get around one of those eight
beauties you've got camping down on your ranch--but there isn't
much chance of that; he probably took good care to pick clams for
that job. And Saunders," she added slowly, "is eternally silent.
Well, I hope in mercy you'll be able to catch him napping, Mr.
Hart."
Peaceful rose stiffly,--and took up his hat from where he had
laid it on the table.
"I ain't as hopeful as I was a week ago," he admitted mildly.
"Put if there's any justice left in the courts, I'll save the old
ranch. My wife and I worked hard to make it what it is, and my
boys call it home.
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