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Baumstein's slowness of speech came near to being the undoing of him, for at first he merely said that such creatures as the messenger should not be allowed to live and that an honest soldier was insulted by holding converse with him; whereupon the Count, having nice notions, picked up in polite countries, regarding the sacredness of a flag of truce, was about to hang Baumstein, scant though the garrison was, and even then it was but by chance that the true state of affairs became known to the Count.
Carrie thanked him and by and by he asked: "Have you had a fresh offer from Baumstein for your copper claim?" Jim said they had not and Martin smiled. "I reckon the offer will arrive, and now he knows you have got your pay he'll put up his price." "If it does arrive, we won't reply," said Carrie, firmly. "I don't know if that's a good plan," Martin remarked.
"For a coachman," replied Carroll, "and I thought if you had not already secured one " "Clear out, or I will call a policeman!" thundered Mr. Baumstein, and again the door was slammed in his face. Carroll then understood. A gentleman who would have been presentable at the Waldorf-Astoria, at a gentleman's area door applying for a position as coachman, was highly suspicious.
"When Baumstein gets the next block, you want to sell him your lot or watch out," the prospector rejoined. "If he can't buy you up, he'll make trouble for you. I reckon he knew what kind of ore the Darien boys had got." "Yes," said Jim, "I imagined something like that." He said no more about the mine, and next morning the prospector resumed his journey.
The creek shone and faded; sometimes the smoke curled about the tent and sometimes blew away. "You struck copper up North," Martin resumed after a time. "Has anybody tried to buy your claim?" "Baumstein gave us an offer twice." "Ah," said Martin, thoughtfully, "I suppose you wouldn't sell?" "Not at his price. We thought we had better hold on; some day the Combine might buy."
Baumstein was putting the screw to us; he meant to buy for very much less than the claim was worth. We would have starved before we let him, and for a time we hadn't as much food as we liked." "After all, you might have been beaten but for the contractor. Why did he help? No doubt, he knew it was a rash speculation." "Oh, well," said Carrie, "I think he liked Jim. But we wouldn't have been beaten.
"Certainly," said Baumstein, and when Jim, picking up the instrument on the desk, called the exchange, suddenly straightened himself. He knew the number for which Jim asked. "Winter and Dearham," said the latter. "Mr. Lamson? All right; I'll come along and fix things. We'll record the transfer when you like." Baumstein swung round his chair and his face got red. "What's that you told Lamson?
He was on the point of sending back the body of the Envoy to Von Richenbach with suitable apology for his destruction and offer of recompense, stating that the assailant would be seen hanging outside the gate, when Baumstein said that while he had no objection to being hanged if it so pleased the Count, he begged to suggest that the gold which the Envoy brought with him to bribe the garrison should be taken from the body before it was returned, and divided equally among the guard at the gate.
We raised them some; one could take it for granted you wouldn't reach just value." "You told them what I offered?" Baumstein shouted. "We did," Jim said, smiling. "I expect they got a useful hint. In fact, if you want to control Northern copper, you had better get busy. It looks as if the Combine were on your track." He paused and beckoned Jake. "Well, perhaps there's enough said.
He decided, passing himself before himself in mental review, that he might be treated by the leaders of a labor union very much as he had just been treated by Mr. Baumstein at his area door. He also decided that men like those who had just met him regard him with even worse suspicion and disfavor.
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