“That was it!” exclaimed the chairman as if clutching at a straw, “say, where is that blank of theirs, Joe?”
“Search me,” answered Joe, “it’s around here, somewhere. Oh, I know!” And he went out into the back room. “Ain’t this it?” he inquired returning 191with a paper and the chairman snatched it away from him.
“Yes,” he said, “how’d it get out there? Well, no matter–that’s all right, Mr. Russell!”
“No it ain’t!” blurted out Meacham making a grab for the paper; but the chairman struck away his hand.
“You keep out of this!” he said. “What d’ye think you’re trying to do? You keep out or I’ll put you out!”
“It’s a flim-flam!” raged Meacham, “you’re trying to job me. He never made no entry.”
“I never claimed to,” retorted Denver boldly and Meacham turned on him, his pig eyes blazing with fury.
“I’ll fix you, for this!” he burst out hoarsely, “I’ll get you if I have to kill you. You robbed me once, but you won’t do it again; so I give you fair warning–pull out!”
“You robbed me!” came back Denver, “and these boys all know it. But I fought you fair for the whole danged roll─”
“You did naht!” howled Meacham, “you had a feller with ye─”