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He discovered the Kalvik River, built the first cannery here, and was its foreman until he quarrelled with Marsh, who proceeded to discipline him. Balt isn't the kind of man to be disciplined; so, not having enough money to build a cannery, he took his scanty capital and started a saltery on his own account.
That will be all for now, captain." Joe saluted and executed an about face. In the outer offices, when he had closed the door behind him, he rolled his eyes upward in mute thanks to whatever powers might be. He had somehow gained the enmity of Balt, his immediate superior, but he'd also gained the support of Baron Haer himself, which counted considerably more.
"I mean that the storm delayed us just long enough to ruin us." "Why er let's wait till the next trip," offered the fisherman. Emerson shook his head. "She may not be back here for eight weeks. No! We're done for." Balt was like a big boy in distress. His face wrinkled as if he were about to burst into loud lamentations; then a thought seized him.
"I have made my deal with the bank," Boyd exulted. "All I need to raise now is one hundred thousand dollars. The bank will advance the rest." "That's great," said Balt, without interrupting the contemplation of his digits. "That's certainly immense. Say! Don't they glisten?" "They look very nice " "Stylish! I think." "That one hundred thousand dollars makes all the difference in the world.
"Then there will be time enough to to consider what you suggest. I don't like to think about it." "You don't have to," said Balt, lowering his voice so that the helmsmen could not hear. "I've been thinking it over all night, and it looks like I'd ought to do it myself. Marsh is coming to me anyhow, and I'm older than you be. It ain't right for a young feller like you to take a chance.
Then the major who had suggested the Saugerties field command headquarters were a fake, blurted a curt laugh. "This is no time for levity, captain," Balt Haer clipped. "Get to your command." A colonel said, "Just a moment, sir. I've fought with Joe Mauser before. He's a good man." "Not that good," someone else huffed. "Does he claim to be clairvoyant?" Joe Mauser said flatly.
The infantry officer the younger Haer had introduced as Lieutenant Colonel Warren, of Stonewall Cogswell's staff, said idly, "Ambitions? Does the captain have ambitions? How in Zen can a Middle have ambitions, Balt?" He stared at Joe Mauser superciliously, but then scowled. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Joe said evenly, "Yes, sir.
He said, looking at Joe, "If I understand this, you have some scheme which you think will bring victory in spite of what seems a disastrous situation." "Yes, sir." The two Haers looked at him, one impatiently, the other in weariness. Joe said, "I'm gambling everything on this, sir. I'm no Rank Private in his first fracas. I deserve to be given some leeway." Balt Haer snorted. "Gambling everything!
"What has Balt to do with it?" Joe said, "I have a sneaking suspicion that in the heat of one of your arguments with your brother, the Baron, you revealed your, and my, mission and its real purpose." Nadine's right hand went to her mouth. Joe finished with, "And the Baron, after all, is a member of the Nathan Hale Society.
I've read all the nonsense that has accumulated down through the ages about the need for, the glory of, the sacrifice of the professional soldier. How they defend their country. How they give all for the common good. Zen! What nonsense." Balt Haer was smirking sourly at her.
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