“That so? Then shares in the old claim are offered in Grub Stake?” queried Mr. Havens. “Never heard of that before.”
“You don’t know everything,” sneered Steve Brant “Old John Morrisy’s never sold his share in the Crayton mine. I can get it and that will give me control.”
“No,” said Mr. Havens, quietly shaking his head.
“Why not, I’d like to know?” demanded Steve Brant angrily.
“Because I’ve got an option on John Morrisy’s holdings—that’s why, Stranger.”
“What d’ye mean—option?”
“Just what I say. John’s agreed to sell it to me.”
“And you tied down here with a broken foot?” cried the other. “I know old John Morrisy. The man who can show him ready cash first will get his share in the old diggings, sure!”
“You’re so sure,” sighed Mr. Havens. “Go ahead. You’ll learn.”
“You’re bluffing.”