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"Not much," his friend replied, "except your claim has been jumped by McCoppet and one J. Searle Bostwick, who got on to the fact that the reservation line included all your ground." Van looked his incredulity. "What's the joke?" he said. "I bite. What's the answer?" "Joke?" the cashier echoed. "Joke? They had the line surveyed through, yesterday, and Lawrence confirmed their tip.
Opal McCoppet, and one Searle Bostwick, of New York, have stolen my claim by corrupting Lawrence for twenty thousand dollars, running a false reservation line, and maybe putting Culver out of the way because he was square in his business." Christler paused in the act of biting his cracker. "What!" "There's going to be something doing, Bill," Van added, leaning forward on the table.
In Tunis Latham's mind there was more uncertainty regarding the mysterious Ida May Bostwick than there was in the minds of Cap'n Ira and Prudence. Whenever he considered his "errand of mercy" the captain of the Seamew had a flash of that girl with the violet eyes who worked in the restaurant on Scollay Square. The Balls did not know where Ida May worked.
The man on whom Bostwick was gazing was a tall, slender, slightly stooped individual of perhaps forty-five, with a wonderful opal in his tie, from which he had derived his sobriquet. He was clean-shaved, big featured, and gifted with a pair of heavy-lidded eyes as lustreless as old buttons. He had never been seen without a cigar in his mouth, but the weed was never lighted.
He could not consider Ida May Bostwick not even Sheila now. The schooner, with her affairs, was a harsh mistress. His all was invested in the Seamew, and business had not been so good thus far that he could withdraw with a profit. Far from that! There were financial reefs and shoals on either hand, and that fact the young skipper knew right well.
As for Beth what was the use of wishing to understand? The "nurse" came out at the door again, this time with a note which Bostwick had written, with a few suggestions from Glen, in an unsealed cover as before. "I told young Kent you didn't take no time to read the other," he said, holding up the epistle. "If you want to read this "
Bostwick had waited half an hour in the utmost impatience. With a hundred things to increase his restlessness of mind and body, he had finally gone to the postoffice and there discovered a letter from Glenmore Kent. It was short, and now no longer fresh.
"Not here?" repeated Bostwick. "Where is he, then?" "Somewhere out in another camp or mining place or something. Now please go and dress. We can talk it over later." "This is abominable of Glen," said Bostwick. "Is McCoppet in town?" She looked her surprise. "McCoppet?" "You don't know him, of course," he hastened to say. "I shall try to find him at once."
"It's just a little souvenir that's all a souvenir of of my escape from those terrible men." "And Searle's return," added Van, who felt the very devil in his veins at sight of Bostwick helpless and enraged. Searle opened his lips as if to fling out something of his wrath. He held it back and turned to Beth. "It will soon be night. We have much to do. I suppose I may see you, privately even here?"
Also in his present state of mind he is certainly unfit company for well, for Dave, here, a man who loves the pure white dove of peace." The station owner grinned. Van turned once more to the car owner, adding, placidly: "There, there, driver " Bostwick broke in vehemently. "I refuse to abandon these ladies! Your conduct is not only that of a coward, it is "
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