"Oil?" he said.
Pell looked down. "But I think, under the circumstances, I shall not take
up my option." The paper was in his hand, and Lopez, seeing it, reached as
if to take it, when Pell handed the document to him. "In which case," Pell
informed the bandit, "the place would belong to him," shrugging a shoulder
toward Uncle Henry.
"What's that?" the latter asked.
"--making him a very rich man indeed," Pell added, significantly.
Aghast at the turn affairs had taken, Uncle Henry could scarcely speak.
"Well, for the love o' Mike!" he managed to say.
The bandit now turned full upon Uncle Henry, who was still concealed in the
shadow of the alcove. "Ah! so you would have all ze money!"
"No, I wouldn't!" Uncle Henry protested. "I--" He quickly put his hand to
his mouth, stopping it like a child caught in a lie. "I mean--yes, I
wouldn't! Only we ain't found the oil yet. And personally, I don't believe
there's any here in the first place!" Realizing what he had said, he caught
himself again. "I mean, it may be here, but--Don't shoot yet! I'll get it
in a minute!" he begged. He was agitated to the breaking point.
Hardy stepped forward, "Wait. I've a suggestion to offer," he said.
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