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Flowing Gold

CHAPTER V
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After a moment he inquired of Gray, "How much is that hull lot wuth, Mister ?" "Close to a hundred thousand dollars." 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.


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