Part 42 (1/2)
”Gosh!+ look at this, will you?” cried Fred, pointing to the article
”Tells just caood for twelve hundred barrels of oil a day! Now that's what I call solorious iflike that?”
”I e could hit half a dozen wells, then our dads could start The Rover Oil Corand!”
”You keep on and you'll be dreahed Jack
”It certainly is the land of luck,” returned Randy
”It doesn't look like the land of luck for this fellow,” reed and unke rooe, and had aif you young gents couldn't aidup to Jack and Randy ”I've been playing in hty hard luck lately I haven't had a square et a job?” asked Jack
”Job! What do you mean?” questioned the unkempt individual in wonder
”If you're out of luck, why don't you go to work?”
”Say, nantly
”You're right there Who are you?”
”I aton Jonkers, theYou hty thousand shares of one and sixty thousand shares of the other”
”What at?” questioned Randy ”Two cents a share?”
”No, sir! Those shares went for twenty and twenty-five cents,” said thehis voice to a confidential tone, he continued: ”If you young gents can stake est proposition in oil down here--a proposition that is bound to bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars three ht ahead You just put up the two hundred, and I'll show you soot the real dope, and----”
”You poor fish, you!” exclaimed Jack ”What do you take us for, anyhow?”
He and the others had seen this type of oil well community parasite before In the restaurant attached to the hotel and also at the railroad station and at the shooting gallery they had met more than one slick individual who had wanted to ”put theinable, all for the small sum of from two cents to fifty cents per share in oil wells with such fanciful naht Luck, and Sunshi+ne Sally
”Then you don't want to go into a real good thing?” said the
”Not with you”
The man turned away, but then turned back:
”Say, you couldn't lend ht, could you? I'm a little short My pard will be back on the seven-fifteen train, and then I'll be all fixed again”
”I haven't anything for you,” answered Jack shortly
”And neither have I,” added Randy And then, lighting a cigarette, the man shuffled away to see if he could not find some victims elsewhere
”There's your land of luck frole,” remarked Jack ”What pests those fellows are”
”Well, I suppose they start in with all sorts of hopes, Jack And then they sink lower and lower as nothing proves lucky,” answered his cousin