Arizona Round-Up — page 54: what you’re looking at

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52 WILLIAM HOPSON “Hello, Mr. Pearson,” a miner greeted Harlan as he came up. “What're yuh doin’ down here?” “I heard there was a miners’ meeting.” “Sure is. You dawg-gawned right! But, shucks—you aint no miner. | “No. Quite correct. But it’s miners’ money that’s making me a rich man, Jim. My interests are selfish. I want to help protect the men who are making me rich. You boys can depend upon me to help you go the limit to clean up the gulch. If there's a grim job got to be done, then I'll be right in there with you.” “That’s the talk!” somebody else in the little crowd around him shouted. “We can use a man like you. We allus git a fair dea] in the Pound. A Jot better’n I can say fer some of them other places.” This was an opening sent straight from heaven and Harlan Pearson seized it. If he had to break Lily to bring her to him, then so be it. “If you're referring to the Pheasant, boys, naturally I wouldn't wish to use bad enough manners to strike at a competitor. Of course, I’ve got no proof that those reports of trick roulette wheels, loaded dice, and marked cards being used there are actually true. I wouldn’t take too much stock in it.” “Oh, yah?” leered a half drunk miner. “Thet’s awful polite of yuh to be cousiderate of a woman, Pearson, but you cain't tell me you owners of them places don't know what's goin’ on in the other places. Thet right, boys?” “Sure it’s right,” growled a lanky, red-bearded mucker for the Bigeers Mine. “I got cleaned in there too many times not to know. [ain't had no proof till now, but I shore believe it. Maybe the first thing we oughta do is start from the other direction ‘stead o° the front. ‘Stead of stringin’ up who's been doin’ all this robbin’ an’ murderin’, we oughta clean out some joints.” Riggers came working his way through the crowd, followed’ by one of his bosses. The big man saw Pearson and came over. “What's up, Harlan? What’s this I hear about this miners’ meeting? They got me out of bed and said there was trouble.” “Quite a lot, I fear, Biggers. Two robberies tonight by a inasked man, Big Joe Curtiss brutally murdered and robbed of a big winning at roulette in the Pheasant—” comicbooks.com