Petroleum industry and trade -- Texas -- Fiction; Texas -- History -- 20th century -- Fiction
"That is nearly eighty-seven dollars more than I had when I arrived.
Three weeks ago I was an utter stranger here; to-day I know everybody
worth knowing in a business way, and some of them are my friends."
"If you could learn Buddy to make friends like that--"
But Gray raised his hand. "I derive a certain amusement from my own
peculiar characteristics and capabilities, but I should detest them in
another."
"Well, you sure need money, and--I kin he'p you out."
"Thank you, but I sha'n't borrow. If the time were not so short, I
could probably turn this lease you so kindly offered me. But something
else will happen along."
Briskow sighed. "I could of sold it myself--thought I had it sold to a
bunch from Wichita, but they tricked me. I offered it the day you was
at our house for eighty thousand and Nelson more 'n half agreed to--"
"_Who?_"
Briskow looked up at the tone of this inquiry. "One of the fellers from
Wichita Falls. I s'pose he knowed the option was about run out; anyhow,
he's been holdin' me off from day to day till it's too late now fer me
to--"
"What is his name?" Gray broke in, sharply. "Name's Nelson. Bell
Nelson's son. Bell's hard-boiled, but--"
"Henry Nelson?"
"That's him."
Gray rose from his chair and strode swiftly to the window. He stood
there staring down into the street for a moment before saying, curtly,
"Go on!"
"You know them Nelsons?"
"I know--Henry."
"He's hard-boilder 'n his old man. They got a lot o' money behind
'em--too much money to act like he done with me. I sure hate to see him
git that Evans lease for next to nothin', after the way he done. I'd
call it cheat-in', but--well, I can't han'le it."
The man at the window wheeled suddenly and his face was white, his
brows were drawn down. "By God!" he cried, tensely. "He _won't_ get it.
Where's that option?"
"I got it right here." Briskow handed over a paper. "An' I got the hull
title abstrack, too. Had it all ready for Nelson."
When he had swiftly scanned the document, Gray said: "This deal means
little to you, Briskow, but it means much to me, and I'll make it worth
something to both of us. At first I thought the time was too short,
but--I work best when I work fast. You've had your chance and failed.
Now then, step aside and let a man run who knows how."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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