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to visit the army post.

Then report to me through

Mrs. Caslon here.

You can be a friend of her husband.

He owned the Argus mine

and died last year.

If that meets with your approval.

Only if it meets with hers.

I'd be delighted to help.

- Is that all?

- Yes, I think so.

He really isn't that abrupt.

- Good night, Mary.

- Good night, George.

- Do you see?

- I see.

I think he secretly likes you.

The commander can

certainly keep a secret.

- Would you like a little sherry?

- Only if you'll have some too.

Excuse me.

What mine were the two soldiers

trying to convoy gold from?

The Argus. It belongs to me.

That brings me to a question

I'd decided not to ask.

Then I'll answer it first.

Captain Isles has asked me to marry him.

I can understand that.

But you can't understand why Capt. Isles

should be involved in the gold business.

I do now.

You must realize there's

a lot of gold from

all over the territory

stored at the post warehouse.

- How much would you say?

- Perhaps as much as half a million.

In fact, I have about

$50,000 in my safe now.

Really? Tell me, who is

taking all this the gold?

I don't know. That's

the worst part of it, not knowing.

That I might find out.

- Don't get into trouble.

- That's why I'm here.

- I know, but does not get...

- Do not worry it.

Trouble and I are old enemies.

We understand each other.

- Good night, Mrs. Caslon.

- Good luck.

How happy we could be...

Every time I come in here you

stop singing. Why is it?

You don't have to come in.

Look, I didn't come back

to start a fight. Or break the bank.

Why did you come back?

If you invited me to sit down,

I might find out.

It might be better if you

found another table.

And another girl.

Oh no, it wouldn't. I looked.

- Could that be Charlie?

- No.

His eyes follow you around

like a couple of flies.

They follow me around to see

that strangers don't annoy me.

- Only strangers?

- No one else would be so foolish.

Waiter, bring me

a bottle of wine, will you?

First you are beautiful.

Then I like the way you sing.

And now you're a woman of mystery.

I don't want to be a stranger.

So I'll have to be foolish.

- You like to take chances, don't you?

- If I feel lucky.

I advise you to try the dice table.

I'd rather get lucky here.

Every man has a right

to his own funeral.

I could be your cousin

from Waxaharchie.

His cousin John.

A missionary on his way to China.

So Charlie probably runs the town?

What do you care?

I'm going to spend some time here.

I just like to know who winds the clock.

It's been a nice conversation.

I hate to have it end.

Who is this?

- Mick, this is my cousin John.

- From Waxahatchie.

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