Need any money now ?" "All you can let me have!" "Four or five hundred?
We 've gotten in eight tons of that stuff already; don't guess I 'd be taking any risk on that!" he chuckled.
Fairchild reached for the currency eagerly.

All but a hundred dollars of it would go to Mother Howard,--for that debt must be paid off first.
And, that accomplished, denying himself the invitation of rest that his bed held forth for him, he started out into town, apparently to loiter about the streets and receive the congratulations of the towns-people, but in reality to watch for one person and one alone,--Squint Rodaine! He saw him late in the afternoon, shambling along, his eyes glaring, his lips moving wordlessly, and he took up the trail.

But it led only to the office of the Silver Queen Development Company, where the scar-faced man doubled at his desk, and, stuffing a cigar into his mouth, chewed on it angrily.

Instinctively Fairchild knew that the greatest part of his mean temper was due to the strike in the Blue Poppy; instinctively also he felt that Squint Rodaine had known of the value all along, that now he was cursing himself for the failure of his schemes to obtain possession of what had appeared until only a day before to be nothing more than a disappointing, unlucky, ill-omened hole in the ground.

Fairchild resumed his loitering, but evening found him near the Silver Queen office.
Squint Rodaine did not leave for dinner.