I 'm working against time to get five thousand dollars.

If I can produce ore that runs two hundred dollars to the ton, and if I 'll sell it to you for one hundred seventy-five dollars a ton until I can get the money I need, provided I can get the permission of the court,--will you put it through for me ?" The Sampler owner smiled.
"If you 'll let me see where you 're getting the ore." Then he figured a moment.

"That 'd be thirty or forty ton," came at last.

"We could handle that as fast as you could bring it in here." But a new thought had struck Fairchild,--a new necessity for money.
"I 'll give it to you for one hundred fifty dollars a ton, providing you do the hauling and lend me enough after the first day or so to pay my men." "But why all the excitement--and the rush ?" "My partner 's Harry Harkins.

He 's due for trial Friday, and he 's disappeared.