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Parrish, Randall, 1858-1923

"Bob Hampton of Placer"

A red-bearded giant,
sitting so as to face the doorway, glanced up quickly at his entrance,
his coarse mouth instantly taking on the semblance of a smile.
"Ah, Bob," he exclaimed, with an evident effort at cordiality; "been
wondering if you wouldn't show up before the night was over. You're
the very fellow to make this a four-handed affair, provided you carry
sufficient stuff."
Hampton came easily forward into the full glow of the swinging oil
lamp, his manner coolly deliberate, his face expressionless. "I feel
no desire to intrude," he explained, quietly, watching the uplifted
faces. "I believe I have never before met these gentlemen."
Slavin laughed, his great white fingers drumming the table.
"It is an acquaintance easily made," he said, "provided one can afford
to trot in their class, for it is money that talks at this table
to-night. Mr. Hampton, permit me to present Judge Hawes, of Denver,
and Mr. Edgar Willis, president of the T. P. & R. I have no idea what
they are doing in this hell-hole of a town, but they are dead-game
sports, and I have been trying my best to amuse them while they're
here.


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