"A bad man with the gun, they say, too.
Well, him and York Neil and Scott Dailey blew in last night from
their mine, up at Saguache. Gave it out he was going to break the
bank, Leroy did. Backing that opinion usually comes high, but
Leroy is about two thousand to the good, they say."
"Scott Dailey? Don't think I know him."
"That shorthorn in chaps and a yellow bandanna is the gentleman;
him that's playing the wheel so constant. You don't miss no
world-beater when you don't know Scott. He's Leroy's Man Friday.
Understand they've struck it rich. Anyway, they're hitting high
places while the mazuma lasts."
"I can't seem to locate their mine. What's its brand?"
"The Dalriada. Some other guy is in with them; fellow by the name
of Hardman, if I recollect; just bought out a livery barn in town
here."
"Queer thing, luck; strikes about as unexpected as lightning.
Have another, Del?"
"Don't care if I do, Val. It always makes me thirsty to see
people I like. Anything new up Tucson way?"
The band had fallen on "Manzanilla," and was rending it with
variations when Collins circled round to the wheel and began
playing the red.
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