Petroleum industry and trade -- Texas -- Fiction; Texas -- History -- 20th century -- Fiction
Brother and sister exchanged glances; the father considered briefly,
smilingly, then he said, "With oil at three an' a quarter, it wouldn't
take long for a twelve-hundred bar'ler to get the hull caboodle, would
it?"
"Is your well producing twelve hundred barrels a day?"
"Huh!" Briskow, junior, grinned at his sister, exposing a mouth full of
teeth as white and as sound as railroad crockery, but his next words
were directed at Gray: "We got _four_ wells and the p'orest one is
makin' twelve hundred bar'l."
The guests' mental calculations as to the Briskow royalties were
interrupted by an announcement that dinner was ready, whereupon the
father announced:
"Mister, it looks like you'd have to stay overnight with us, 'cause I
got important business after dinner an' I wouldn't trust Ma to pick out
no jewelry by herself--them prices would skeer her to death. We're
ignorant people and we ain't used to spendin' money, so it'll take time
for us to make up our minds. Kin you wait?"
"I'll stay as long as you'll keep me," Gray declared, heartily.
A moment later, having learned that a place at the table had been set
for his driver as well as himself, Gray stepped out to summon the man
and to effect the necessary change in his arrangements. He was not
surprised to find the chauffeur with nose flattened against a pane of
the front-room window, his hands cupped over his eyes. Ignoring the
fellow's confusion at being discovered, Gray told him of his change of
plan and instructed him to drive back to Ranger and to return late the
following afternoon. Then he led the way toward the kitchen.
That stay at the Briskows' turned out to be less irksome than the
visitor had anticipated, for the afternoon was spent with Buddy
examining the Briskow wells and others near by. It was an interesting
experience, and Gray obtained a deal of first-hand information that he
believed would come in handy. Buddy's first mistrust was not long in
passing, and, once Gray had penetrated his guard, the boy was won
completely, the pendulum swung to the opposite extreme, and erelong
suspicion changed to liking, then to approval, and at last to open,
extravagant admiration.
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