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"Another friend like that of yesterday?" he asked. "No," replied the girl, "listen. I am in earnest now and I want you to help me. You said that no one on earth could resist John Burkett Ryder, that no one could fight against the Money Power. Well, do you know what I am going to do?" There was a quiver in her voice and her nostrils were dilated like those of a thoroughbred eager to run the race.
Ryder had returned from the play and gone to bed, serenely oblivious of the drama in real life that had been enacted at home, the servants locked the house up for the night and still John Burkett Ryder walked the floor of his sanctum, and late into the small hours of the morning the watchman going his lonely rounds, saw a light in the library and the restless figure of his employer sharply silhouetted against the white blinds.
Perhaps, after all, there was where their hope lay. Why had she not told her father at once? It might have relieved his mind. John Burkett Ryder, the Colossus, the man of unlimited power! He could save her father and he would.
Cousin Silas replied that he could nowhere see her. "Then something has delayed her at the station," observed Burkett. "As the tide is making in that direction, and the wind is fair, we'll run down there instead of crossing the channel to the point proposed." This plan was agreed to, though it might have been wiser had we kept to our original purpose.
It is a long way, but it is the only means by which we may be saved. The strongest and best swimmer must make the attempt." "I wish that I were a better swimmer than I am," said Burkett, "but I do not think I could do it." "I am but a poor one I know that I could not," added Kilby with a sigh. "I'll try, Mr Brand," cried Jerry; "I can float for ever so long, if I can't swim all the way."
There is Professor Burkett, the New Testament scholar of Cambridge, in charge of one of the huts; Professor Bateson, the great biologist of Cambridge, who has been lecturing on his subject, and who was swept off his feet by the response which he received from the troops.
John Burkett Ryder, the head of "the System," the plutocrat whose fabulous fortune gave him absolute control over the entire country, which invested him with a personal power greater than that of any king, this was the man who now dared attack the Judiciary, the corner stone of the Constitution, the one safeguard of the people's liberty. Where would it end?
The sail, and something else heavy, which had got foul of the rigging, prevented us righting her. "We must give it up, I fear," cried Burkett at last. "The oars went adrift, I fear; and as we have no hats among us, we should have nothing to bail her out with." As it happened, we all wore light sea-caps, which would have helped us very little in getting rid of the water.
The critics all conceded that it was the book of the year, and that it portrayed with a pitiless pen the personality of the biggest figure in the commercial life of America. "Although," wrote one reviewer, "the leading character in the book is given another name, there can be no doubt that the author intended to give to the world a vivid pen portrait of John Burkett Ryder.
We were, therefore, highly delighted when Burkett and Kilby made their appearance on board, each with a very good fowling-piece in his hand, with powder-flasks and shot-belts, and all other requisites, and begged our acceptance of them, in remembrance, as they said, of the adventures we had gone through together.
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