[CHAPTER XXVIII]
A FRESH SPURT
Joe had taken the first occasion to see Jackwell and Bowen alone after he had received the letter from Dallas.
“I’ve learned that there were papers out against you in Dallas in connection with that oil swindle,” he said, with an assumed expression of gloom.
“Then they were after us, just as we thought!” exclaimed Jackwell, in alarm, while Bowen turned pale.
“They were after you all right, but only as witnesses,” laughed Joe, tossing them the letter. “Read that.”
The expression of relief and happiness that came to both, as they scanned the welcome lines, was good to see.
“I’d rather have that than a million dollars!” cried Jackwell, his face fairly beaming with delight.
“We can’t thank you enough for such good news,” said Bowen, equally jubilant.
“That’s all right,” said Joe. “I had a hunch right along that you fellows were on the square. All the thanks I want now is to have you play the game. You’ve been doing well lately, and I want you to keep it up.”