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It'll save you a deal, and it'll hand me a chance to blow off the hot air that's mostly my way. This is the position. Peterman's wise to the things doing right here. The Skandinavia's up against years of cutting on the Shagaunty. The Shagaunty's played right out. You folks have got to open new stuff. It's my job to know all this. Very well. As I said, Peterman's at last got wise to us.

The forest wasn't built for daylight, and the folks living there don't fancy it. And there isn't a broom big enough in the world to clean up the muck you'll find there." "You're talking of Father Adam?" Nancy's interest had redoubled. It had instantly centred itself on the man she had met in the Shagaunty forests. The lumber-jacks were forgotten. "Yes." Bull nodded. "Do you know him?"

If they want Shagaunty quality right through let 'em get out and get limits up on Labrador. I reckon there's a hundred years cutting up there that 'ud leave Shagaunty a bunch of weed grass. They say the folks out on the coast are worried to death there's so much stuff, an' so big, an' good, an' soft, an' long-fibred. The jacks out that way are up to the neck in a hell of a good time, sure.

And you've been talking one of the bunch of decisions we've taken. I mean quitting the Shagaunty. We didn't have your argument, but we had the 'drop. So the decision was taken. We've got to move like hell. Sachigo has our measure, and it's going to be a big fight. How'd you fancy a trip up country? I mean up the Shagaunty?" There was a change in the man's voice and manner as he put his demand.

"I guess it would be easy if these folk hadn't jumped into the market. That makes all the difference. While we're changing they're busy. Their stuff's coming down in thousands of tons. And it's better groundwood than ours. If we change over we're going to leave the market short and these folk will get big contracts. You're right. We've been working the Shagaunty too long.

They'll not willingly face the discomfort and added work of opening a new territory. There's just one decision needed." "What's that?" The girl laughed. It was a low, pleasant, happy laugh. She felt glad. Her chief was serious. He was in deadly earnest, and it represented her revenge for his sarcasm. "We've five other rivers running down to the lake. The Shagaunty isn't even the largest.

Just as sure as they're going to cost you a heap more than when you were busy treating the fortune that Shagaunty handed you like the worst fool-head spendthrift who ever broke a bank at the gambling tables." Bull rose abruptly from his chair. "I'm obliged for this interview, Mr. Peterman," he went on. "It's suited me. That's why I came along down in a hurry.

There was eagerness in his question. "I met him on the Shagaunty." The man had produced a fresh cigar. But the renewed heavy rolling of the vessel delayed its lighting. Nancy gazed out to sea in some concern. "It's getting worse," she said. Bull struck a match and covered it with both hands. "It seems that way," he replied indifferently. Then after a moment he looked up. His cigar was alight.

You see, I'm just a tough sort of man who's big for a scrap. I haven't patience or sympathy for the feller who don't feel the same. You've seen the forest boys?" "I've been through the Shagaunty." "Ah!" Bull Sternford's ejaculation was sharp. The problem of Father Adam's letter was partially solved. "Well, I guess you're a woman," he went on.

Well, these boys will have to be shaken out of their dream. We ought to quit the Shagaunty right away and make a break for fresh 'limits. It's simple." The man had no responsive smile. He shook his head. "That's what it isn't, my dear," he said. For the time the girl's beauty, her personality were quite forgotten. Peterman was absorbed.