Part 47 (2/2)
”And see who are after him--Tate, Jackson and three or four other men!”
”Stop, Davenport!” yelled one of the men ”Stop or I'll shoot!” and he flourished a revolver, and another man in the crowd did the same Then the bunch jumped from the second automobile and dashed pell-mell toward the train
CHAPTER xxx
THE NEW WELL--CONCLUSION
Carson Davenport was halfway up the steps of the car when Jake Tate and another man hauled hiot hi with the rest of the gathering crowd, came closer
”Hi! Hi! Letof this, anyway?”
”You knoell enough what ithi to take that train or any other just yet”
”And you're not going to carry off that bag, either,” put in Jackson, as he wrenched the Gladstone away
By this time the crowd completely surrounded Carson Davenport, and the pistols which had been draere speedily thrust out of sight The oil well promoter was pushed in the direction of the little railroad station, and in the midst of this excitement the train pulled out
”What's the rumpus about, anyway?” exclaimed one man in the crowd
”Never mind what it's about,” broke in Tate hastily ”This is our affair”
”That's right--maybe we had better keep it to ourselves,”him,” cried one man who had chased Davenport and ore several soldier's medals on his vest ”He's a swindler, and it's best everybody knew it He was on the point of lighting out for parts unknoith all the money that was put into his oil wells up on the Spell ranch”
”Is that right?” burst out another man
”It is And Tate and Jackson know it as well as I do I guess Davenport ca doere no good, and rather than sink anyto run off with it”
”I wasn't running off with anything,” declared Carson Davenport ”I was going to put the ht to do that,” and as he spoke he glared at Tate and Jackson
”Say, if you're going to talk that way, I won't stand in with you any longer!” cried Jackson, in a rage ”That ht here, where I and all the rest of us can keep our eyes on it!”
”That's right--don't let hiet aith a dollar of it!” burst out anotherfirst and ot e came after,” declared the man ore the medals on his vest
Davenport tried to deh the Gladstone bag was locked, the oil well proive up the key, and then the others looked over the contents of the bag
”Twenty-six thousand dollars here,” announced Tate, as he counted the e?” demanded the man ore the medals ”hello!
Look here!” he exclailanced at one of several docuether by a rubber band