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Angry as Ward was, he did not dare to resist or attack this grim man who thus came upon him, dripping, from the sea. "Keep out of the way of gentlemen who want to dry themselves," grunted the skipper, and he calmly took possession of the fire, beckoning his crew to follow him. The Colonel and Mr. Bodge were shut out from the cheering blaze.
To be taken care of when Bodge is watered ready for sale. Have thorough understandin' with esteemed relative that no shares in Bodge are for sale. Esteemed relative to be told that any attempt on the trip to buy into Bodge will be considered fightin' talk. Bodge and all results from Bodge are yours, and you need him along esteemed relative to see that you have a square deal.
The Cap'n glared on him severely. "Do you think it's a decent proposition to step up to me and ask me to sell you gold dollars for a cent apiece? When you came on this trip you understood that Bodge was mine, and that he and this scheme wa'n't for sale. Don't ever mention it again or you and me'll have trouble." And Colonel Ward went back to watch the digging, angry, lusting, and disheartened.
"One of you lay some gold and silver down on the ground," he requested. "I'd do it, but I ain't got a cent in my pocket." Hiram obeyed, his expression plainly showing his curiosity. When Mr. Bodge advanced and stood astride over the money, the cow's horn turned downward and the whalebone strips twisted. "It's a divinin'-rod to find buried treasure," said Mr.
"It's a stem-windin', self-actin' proposition that's wound up, and is now tickin' smooth and reg'lar," said the Cap'n, with deep conviction. "They'll both get it!" And they did. Cap'n Aaron Sproul and Hiram Look shook hands on the news before nine o'clock the next morning. Mr. Loammi Crowther plodded up the road. Mr. Eleazar Bodge stumped down the road.
You understand now that I'm president of you, and my friend here is sekertary. And you're to keep your mouth shut." Mr. Bodge agreed with effusive gratitude, and capital went its way.
Bodge retreated as nimbly as a man with a peg-leg could be expected to move. "I got him out of a trap and cured his leg, and he's turrible grateful," continued Mr. Crowther. But Mr. Bodge trembled even to his mat of red beard as he backed away. "Him and me has got so's we're good friends, and I call him Robert Bob for short," explained the captor, wistfully.
"I don't know what you've got in there, nor why it acts that way," said the showman, "but from what I know about money, the most of it's well taken care of by the men that own it; and just what good it's goin' to do to play pointer-dog with that thing there, and go round and flush loose change and savin's-banks, is more than I can figger." Mr. Bodge merely smiled a mysterious and superior smile.
It needed capital to develop Bodge. It's takin' capital to make Bodge and his idea worth anything. This is straight business run on business principles! Bodge is like one of them dirt buckets, like a piece of tackle, like Imogene there. He's capitalized." "Well, he gets his share, don't he?" asked Colonel Ward, his business instinct at the fore.
"Chist bound with iron?" demanded the Cap'n. "Cover of old planks that Ludelphus and I patched up with strap iron down in the hold and planted after dark last night. Yes, sir, with old Bodge standin' there as he was to-day, and reportin' to Ward what he had under foot, I could have got ten thousand more out of esteemed relative.
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