The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-05-30

| Iue ueWCOmeT pdSSSu inc seated man.
Captain Funcke he did not see at all.
That astute hunter had dropped be-
hind bowlder.
At the brink of the tenaja the colo
mel stopped dead. Then with an out
burst of flaming language he leaped
in. burrowing among the rocks.
Dry" he yelled, lifting furious
and appalled, face to his companion.
Fred stood staring from Average
Jones to his three canteens. There
was a murderous look on his sinister
face.
Here, colonel" he said. Here's
drink for u.s."
For SALE" added Average Jones.
calmly.
People don't buy water in this coun-
try"
You're not people," returned Aver
age Jones cheerfully. You're a cor
| poration; soulless corporation The
North Pinto Gold Mining company"
whats that" cried the colonel
thickly.
His hand flew back to his belt Then
it dropped, limp at his side, for he was
| gazing into the two barrels of shot
gun. which, Undertaking. over rock,
were pointing accurately and discon-
certingly at the pit of his stomach.
From behind the gun Captain Funcke's
| quiet voice remarked:
II wouldn't, colonel As for you"
he added, turning to the other way
farer, who carried a rifle, you want
to remember that shotgun has two
barrels. usually both loaded"
Stepping forward, Average Jones
lifted" the financier's weapon. Then
he deprived Fred of his rifle amid a
surprisingly brilliant outburst of verbal
pyrotechnics.
Now we can talk business comfort
ably" he observed.
81 can't talk at all pretty quick If I
don't git a moistener," said Fred pit
eously.
Pouring out scant cupful of water
into his hat Average Jones handed 1t
over Drink slowly" he advised.
Il
worth there at present quotations"
Colonel Richford's head went up
with jerk.
Hundred dollars worth" he
croaked, his eyes fiery with suspicion.
"Are you going to hold up two men
dying of thirst?"
mo. don't propose to hold up two
hit1u 60
with the president and treasurer of
the North Pinto Gold Mining company.
The nearest available supply of water
is some ten hours distant | am able
to offer you a small supply at the low
rate of ten thousand dollars. l may
add that-er-certified checks will
er-be accepted"
For two hours the colonel, with the
occasional objurgatory assistance of
his partner, talked, begged, argued,
threatened, and even wept. By the end
of that time his tongue was making
sounds like a muffied castanet, and his
resolution was scorched out of him.
you've got us" he croaked Here's
your checks. Give me the water"
In proper and legal form, please"
said Average Jones.
He produced contract and foun-
tain-pen. The contract was duly
signed and witnessed. 1t provided for
the transfer of the water, in consider
alton of one revolver and ten thou
sand dollars in checks. These checks
were Endorsed to A. V. r. E. Jones,
whereupon he turned over the pail of
water and the largest canteen to the
parched miners. Then, sorting out the
checks, he pocketed two aggregating
five thousand dollars, tore up three,
and holding the other in his hand,
turned to Captain Funcke.
will five hundred dollars pay you
for keeping young Hoff down here
couple of months and making the be-
ginning of a man of him?" he asked.
yes, and more" replied the cap
tain.
Its CO." said Average Jones. I'D
like to make the job complete"
Then, courteously bidding the North
Pinto Gold Mining company farewell,
the two water-dealers clambered up
the rocks and disappeared beyond the
abrupt skyline.
Once again DIR. Conrad Hoff sat
in the private office of Average Jones,
Advisor. The young man was thin
ner, browner and harder of fiber than
the Jones of two weeks previous. Doc
tor Hoff looked him over with shrewd
eyes.
rs that so?" The doctors voice
had taken on a sneering information.
you come back here with your job
half done, with the guilty fellers
loose an runnin', an you expect me to
pay over the five thousand dollars to
you. HUH"
mo, I-er-don't expect-er-any-
thing of the Sort" said Average Jones
slowly.
Doctor Hoffs little, restless eyes
puckered at the corners. He was puz-
zled. What did the young fellow
mean?
Don't, eh?" he said, cropping in his
mind for solution.
"No. You forgot to send me that
promised form of agreement, didn't
you? Thought you'd fooled me, per-
haps. l took precautions"
you got it,"
"In the bank"
Where die get it?"
From you, through your sons
check, duly certified" replied Average
Jones, with an amiable smile, as he
nnnned the door aipnIficantlY