"I got them with the information from a kid whom Lucky has taken in on the ground floor."
"You mean ter tell me the stiff hes shuk me, his pard an' dearest friend?" Blenksoe seized his gun. "I'll fix Lucky!"
"Keep quiet, you old fool! Durant don't owe you a bean, and you know it. And the way you've always grafted on him he is not likely to run after you to put you wise."
"Thet's so. Whar is the mine?"
"Ah, that's just where my information stops short. If I knew I shouldn't need you."
"Well, I s'pose the game is ter lay low, rubber round till we locate the claim, and jump it."
"And have that blasted Scarlett butting in? Guess again! Claim-jumping don't go, now the M. P. are in charge. We have to do something far cleverer. I'll tell you what. I've thought it all out. We have to kidnap Durant, and kidnap his daughter."
"Why the hell——"
"Blenksoe, a cow could give you cards and spades. We'll play them off, one against the other, till he signs over a half interest in his mine for ransom."
"Dandy, you're a wonder!" Blenksoe regarded the brains of the concern with admiration. "I'll get the gang on to it to oncet. It ull be no trick at all ter kidnap Lucky. Lucky's dead easy! But the gal—gals is scarce, and conspickerous accordin', in a mining camp. How the hell are we to handle the gal?"