"Thees _potrillo_," he observed, "he's bringin' me
mooch good luck! He's--" He suddenly interrupted
himself, aware that the other was striding
away. "Where you go now, Franke?" he
asked, and then, quick to sense approaching
trouble: "Never mind thee big bet, Franke!
You can pay me ten dolars soom time! All
right?"

There was painful silence.

"All right!" came the reply, finally, through
the darkness.

Then Felipe heard a lumber rigging go rattling
off in the direction of the canyon, and, suddenly
remembering the money underneath the stone,
hurried off the trail in a spasm of alarm. He
knelt in the sand and struck a match.

The money had disappeared.

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