The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1917-09-06

| ed--believes In the resources Of the
country and all that. But you can't
borrow money from him without secur-
ity, If that's what you're aiming to do"
"Cnn't wei" smiled the young man
who knew banks and bankers. Lets
go and see. You may introduce me to
! Kinzic as your acting financial secre-
| tnry, II you like. Now one more ques-
! tIon: What IL Klnzie's attitude toward
Timanyoni DitchT
| AT first he was all kinds of friend
ly; he Is stockholder in a small way.
But after while he began to cool
down n little, and now-well, / don't
know; / hate TO think It OF Dave, but
I'm afraid he's leaning the other way,
toward these Eastern fellows. He
tried TO cover Stanton's tracks in the
stock-buying from Gardner and Boil
ling"
"That is natural, too" said Smith,
whose point of view was always un-
obscured in any battle Of business.
"The big company would be better
customer for the bank than your little
one could ever hope TO be. / guess
that's all for the present. If you're
ready, Wen 90 down and face the
music"
'By Janders !" said the colonel with
an open smile; ~ believe you'd just as
soon tackle banker as to eat your
dinner: and I'd about as soon take a
horsewhipping. Come on; I'll steer
you up against Dave, but I'm telling
you right now that the steering Is
about all you can count on from me-"
1t was while they were crossing the
street together that Mr.. Crawford
Stanton had his third morning caller,
thlckset, barrel-bodled man with
little pigllke eyes, closely cropped hair,
bristling mustache, and a wooden
leg of the homemade sort. The men
of the camps called the cripple peg
leg" or 'Blue Pete" indifferently
though not to his face. For though
good-natured smile, the crippled sa'
loonkceper was of those who kill with
the knife.
Stanton looked up from his desk
when the pnd-and-cllck of the cripple's
step came In from the street.
"Hello, Slmms," he said, in curt
greeting. "Want to see me? Sit
down."
Slmms threw the brlm Of his soft
hat up with backhanded stroke ant
shook his head. ut amt worth while
and l gotta get back to camp. blew
in to tell y'u there's fella out there
that needs tn sandbag."
"Who is it?'
"Fella name Smith. He's shown
'cm how to cut too many corners
,, pace-settIn', he calls II. First thinl
they know, they'll get the concrete NJ
to where the high water won't bust 4
out"
Stanton's laugh was impatient.
"Don't make any mistake of thai
sort, Simms," he said. 1--WE don't wan
the dam destroyed; we'd work jus
rs hard as they would to prevent that
All we want Is to have other people
think It's likely to go out-think |
, hard enough to keep them from put
ting up any more money. Let that go
Z Is there any more fresh talk-amoni
7, the menr Stanton prided himself ,
little upon the underground wire-pull
Ing which had resulted in putting
Simms on the ground as the keeper o
the construction-camp canteen. 1t wa
n fairly original way OF keeping lis
. tening ear open for the camp GOSSIP
: Little" said the cripple briefly
"This here blink-blank fella Smith
been tellin' Williams that l ort to b
: run of tn reservation; says tn booz
: puts the brake on for speed"
$50 II does" agreed Stanton mus
= ingly. "But l guess you can stay
while longer. / have notion tina
Smiths been sent hereby some outf
: that means to buck us. II he hasn
= any backing"
The interruption was the hurried II
', coming of the, young man with sleep
eyes and the cigarette stains on hi
!. fingers, and for once In way he wa
:, stirred out OF his customary attitud
% of cynical indifference.
= "Smlth and Colonel Baldwin ar
- over yonder in Kinzie's private office
:. he reported hastily. Before they sht
!" the door l heard Baldwin introducin
> Smith as the new acting financial se
- retary of the Tlmanyoni Ditch con
panyW
Is CHAPTER TX.