That was for fifty thousand dollars.

Why should the value have now jumped to four times its original figures?
It was more than the adventurer could encompass; he sought to dismiss it all, went to a picture show, then trudged back to his hotel and to sleep.
The next day found him still striving to put the problem away from him as he went about the various errands outlined by Harry.

A day after that, then the puffing, snorting, narrow-gauged train took him again through Clear Creek canon and back to Ohadi.

The station was strangely deserted.
None of the usual loungers were there.

None of the loiterers who, watch in hand, awaited the arrival and departure of the puffing train as though it were a matter of personal concern.