The Argosy, Vol. 76, No. 3 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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THE ARGOSY Vol. LXXVI JUNE, he | sh Sy ays i * ie ff i: am. = = ihng 2H ait 2. 3 as b 4 st William 1914. No. 3 rabber (A FULL BOOK-LENGTH NOVBL COMPLETE.) CHAPTER I. A $10,000 STAKE, “ N the rocks again, Bremer- & ton?” The man in the worn cor- duroys fairly writhed. Deane was the sort of fellow who could press your palm cordially with one hand while he smote you between the eyes with the other. A glance must have assured him that his caller was “ on the rocks.” He had not asked a question; he had stated a sclf-evident fact and allowed the rising inflection to cloak a sneer. That the remark might cut more deep- ly, he had used the word “ again.” Bremerton’s glance crossed Deane’s like steel striking flint. Sparks flew, but silently. Deane withdrew his eyes, his double chin shook with a rasping chuckle, and he scratched a match and held it to his cigar. There were times when Bremerton loved Deane like a brother, and other 481 times when he hated him just as heartily. Years past, when they were blanket- mates and roaming the deserts on the lookout for a “ strike,” Deane had been a good deal of aman. He had risked his life then to save Bremerton from a cloudburst in Arapahoe Cafion; and when Bremerton hated him most there came into his ears the roar of flood waters, and there flashed through his memory the picture of a friend, fight- ing a good fight—and for him. In Bremerton, that vision from the past always checked the hot, intolerant word. Deane had fought his way to the top. True, as the architect of his own for- tunes he had shown little regard for the fortunes of others; but he had been successful, vastly successful, and the papers that printed so much of him as a mining king made never a mention of wrecks left in his wake. The steely glitter faded from Brem- COMmiIcloe S CO@