Rimrock Jones. Coolidge Dane

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СКАЧАТЬ and now I want it. I don't care how much, but I want a share in that mine."

      Rimrock shoved back his chair and once more the sweat appeared on his troubled brow. He rose up softly and peeped out the door, then came back and sat very close.

      "What's the idea?" he asked. "Has some one been telling you who I've got in with me on this deal? Well, what's the matter then? Why won't you take the money? I'll give you more than you could get for the stock."

      "No, all my life it's been my ambition to own a share in a mine. That's why I gave you the last of my money—I had confidence in your mine from the start."

      "Well, what did you think, then?" enquired Rimrock sardonically, "when I jumped out of town without seeing you? You'd have sold out cheap, if I'd've come to you then, but now everybody knows I've won."

      "Never mind what I thought," she answered darkly, "I took a chance, and I won."

      "Say, you're strictly business, now ain't you?" observed Rimrock and muttered under his breath. "How much of a share do you expect me to give you?" he asked after a long anxious pause and her eyes lit up and were veiled.

      "Whatever you say," she answered quietly and then: "I believe you mentioned fifty-fifty—an undivided half."

      "My—God!" exclaimed Rimrock starting wildly to his feet. "You don't—say, you didn't think I meant that?"

      "Why, no," she said with a faint flicker of venom, "I didn't, to tell you the truth. That's why I told you I was talking business; but you said: 'Well, so am I.'"

      "Well, holy Jehosophrats!" cursed Rimrock to himself and turned to look her straight in the eyes.

      "Now let's get down to business," he went on sternly, "what do you want, and where am I at?"

      "I want a share in that mine," she answered evenly, "whatever you think is right."

      "Oh, that's the deal! You don't want fifty-fifty? You leave what it is to me?"

      "That's what I said from the very first. And as for fifty-fifty—no, certainly I do not."

      There were tears, half of anger, gathering back in her eyes, but Rimrock took no thought of that.

      "Oh, you don't like my style, eh?" he came back resentfully. "All you want out of me is my money."

      "No, I don't!" she retorted. "I don't want your money! I want a share in that mine!"

      "Say, who are you, anyway?" burst out Rimrock explosively. "Are you some wise one that's on the inside?"

      "That's none of your business," she answered sharply, "you were satisfied when you took all my money."

      "That's right," agreed Rimrock rubbing his jaw reflectively, "that's right, it was no questions asked. Now, say, I'm excited—I ought not to talk that way—I want to explain to you just how I'm fixed. I went back to New York and organized a company and gave one man forty-nine per cent. of my stock. He puts up the money and I put up the mine—and run it, absolutely. If I give you any stock I lose control of my mine; so I'm going to ask you to let me off."

      He drew out his roll—that banded sheaf of yellow notes that he loved so dearly to flash—and began slowly to count off the bills.

      "When you think it's enough," he went on ponderously, "you can say so, but I need all that stock."

      He laid out the bills, one after another, and the girl settled back in her chair. "That's ten," he observed, "these are thousand-dollar bills—well, there's twelve, then—I'll make it thirteen." He glanced up expectantly, but she gave no sign and Rimrock dealt impassively on. "Well, fourteen—lots of money. Say, how much do you want? Fifteen thousand—you only gave me four hundred. Sixteen, seventeen—well, you get the whole roll; but say, girl, I can't give you that stock."

      He threw down the last bill and faced her appealingly, but she answered with a hard little laugh.

      "You've got to," she said. "I don't want your money. I want one per cent. of your stock."

      "What, of what I've got left? Oh, of the whole capital stock! Well, that only leaves me fifty per cent."

      "That's one way of looking at it. Now look at it another way. Don't you think I'm entitled to that? Don't you think if I'd said when I gave you that money: 'All I want is one per cent. of your mine'—don't you think now, honestly, that you'd have said: 'All right!' and agreed to it on the spot?"

      She looked at him squarely and the fair-fighting Rimrock had to agree, though reluctantly, that she was right.

      "Well, now that you've won when nobody expected you to, now that you've got money enough to get the whole town drunk, is that any reason why you should come to a poor typist and ask her to give up her rights? I'm putting it frankly and unless you can answer me I want you to give me that stock."

      "Well, all right, I'll do it," answered Rimrock impulsively. "I promised you, and that's enough. But you've got to agree not to sell that stock—and to vote it with me, every time."

      "Very well," she said, "I'll agree not to sell it—at least not to any one but you. And as far as the voting goes, I think we can arrange that; I'll vote for whatever seems right."

      "No, right or wrong!" challenged Rimrock instantly. "I'm not going to be beat out of my mine!"

      "What do you mean?" she demanded. "I hope you don't think——"

      "Never mind what I think," answered Rimrock grimly, "I got bit once, and that's enough. I lost the old Gunsight just by trusting my friends, and this time I'm not trusting anybody."

      "Oh, you're one of these cynics, these worldly-wise fellows that have lost all their faith in mankind? I've seen them before, but it wasn't much trouble to find somebody else that they'd wronged!"

      She said the words bitterly with a lash to her tongue that cut Rimrock Jones to the quick. It had always been his boast that there was no man or woman that could claim he had done them a wrong, and he answered back sharply, while the anger was upon him, that he was not and there was no such thing.

      "Well, if that's the case, then," she suggested delicately but with a touch of malice in her smile, "it seems rather personal to begin now with me, and take away my right to vote. Did this man in New York, when he bought into your company, agree to vote with you, right or wrong? Well then, why should I? Wasn't my money just as necessary, when I gave it to you, as his was when he gave it, later?"

      "Oh—" Rimrock choked back an oath and then fell back on personalities to refute her maddening logic.

      "Say, your father was a judge," he burst out insultingly. "Was he a promoted lawyer, too; or did you learn that line of talk from McBain?"

      "Never mind about that. You haven't answered my question. Wasn't my money just as necessary as his? It was! Yes, you know it. Well, then, why should you choose me for the very first person that you ever intentionally wronged?"

      "Well, by grab," moaned Rimrock, slumping down in his chair as he saw his last argument gone, "it was a black day for me when I took that four hundred from you. I'd have done a heap better to have held up some Chinaman or made old L. W. come through. And to be trimmed by a woman! Well, gimme your paper and I'll sign whatever you write!"

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