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THE MOTION PJCTVBE STORY MAGAZINE
OLD DYEU Bl'YS LIQUOR WITH HIS GOLD
cows for forty a month and grub, than to dig the hills full of holes, an', nine times out of ten, not find anything in the holes but the bottom. He lived by himself in a little dobe cabin stuck against the side of a hill, like a mudwasp nest, and the only times he came into town was when he wanted supplies and whiskey. Then he'd put a saddle on his burro — same one I've been talkin' about — an' ride in. That burro never had a bridle on in his life, and Dyer would steer him by thumps of his peg leg.
Old Dyer must have had a pretty fair stake when he hit this section, because for a year or so he paid for his stuff in coin — gold at first, then peterin' out to silver toward the last. Then, one day, he come into the store where a lot of us was loafin', and when he had got the supplies he wanted he pulled out a bag of dust. While he was weighin' out the half -ounce comin' to him, Smith, the storekeeper, tried to draw old Dyer out a little, but the old man shut up like a toad, an ' Smith give us a wink.
In a gold country there's one thing that is pretty safe to go by — if you see a man witli a sack of dust, an' you cant get a word out of him, he's made a strike somewhere, an' the more he puts the clamps on his jaws the richer the strike is; if he is plumb eager to talk about his claim, it aint worth while to go stampedin' out tryin' to get the adjoining location. So when old Dyer froze up tight, Smith knew that the chances were good that there was something rich somewhere in the hills.
If old Dyer was surprised by the sudden friendliness of the boys, he didn't show it none; and when they began to urge him to go over to Dan's place and have something, he just grunted that that was where he had business, and grabbed the burro by the forelock and led the way, the boys gangin' around him an' tryin' the best they knew how to be social and friendly.
When we got into Dan's place, old Dyer p 'int blank refused to drink with anybody, but bought several bottles of