TO THE VICTORS THE SPOILS
"Aw, we ain't done nothing," Happy Jack protested in premature self defense. "We ain't left the ranch yet. I guess a feller's got a right to think!"
"He has, if he's got anything to do it with," Pink could not forbear to remark pointedly.
"Well, if a feller didn't have, he'd have a fat chance borrying from you," Happy Jack retorted.
"Well, by cripes, I ain't perpared to bet very high that there's a teacupful uh brains in this hull outfit," Big Medicine asserted. "We might a knowed Luck'd come back loaded fer bear; we would a knowed it if we had any brains in our heads. I'm plumb sore at myself. By cripes, I need kickin'!"
"You'll get it, chances are," Pink assured him grimly.
Luck was in the living room, sitting at a table on which were scattered many papers scribbled with figures. He had a cigarette in his lips, his hat on the back of his head and a twinkle in his eyes. He looked up and grinned as they came reluctantly into the room.
"Time's money from now on, so this is going to
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