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Yet when Jeff found her it was not Sam who was with him, but Marchant. They had been to see Sobieski about a place Captain Chunn had secured for him as a night watchman of the shipbuilding plant of which Clinton Rogers was part owner. The Pole had mounted his hobby and it had been late when they got away from his cabin under the viaduct.
He divined, too, that the hungry soul was fed from within by dreams and memories. So Lucius Chunn talked.
"It would put me on my feet again and give the kiddie her chance." The answer had slipped out naturally, but now the fear chilled him that he had been lured into making a confession. "I didn't say I was going to take it," he added hastily. "You're quite safe with me, Killen," Jeff told him. He was wondering whether he could not get Captain Chunn to take over the mortgage.
Chunn looked down at the thin dark face of the boy walking beside him and was moved to lay a hand on his shoulder. He understood the ache in that little heart to hear about the father who was a hero to him. Jeff was of no importance in the alien world about him. The Captain guessed from the little scene he had witnessed that the lad trod a friendless, stormy path.
Chunn explained to the city editor that Dunn and the staff photographer were needed to cover a big story, but of what the story was no mention was made to the office. As soon as Dunn and Quillen reached the wharf the Fly by Night shot out of the dock. Part 2
"What have you to do with the World?" "Beginning with next Monday I'm to be managing editor." "You!" "Even so. Captain Chunn has bought the paper." "Chunn, the man who made millions in a lucky strike in Alaska?" "Same man." James was still incredulous. "How did Chunn happen to pick you for the editor?" "He's an old friend of mine. 'Member the day I had the fight with Ned Merrill.
"They are my friends, Miss Frome. Come to meet me, I expect. The little man in gray with one arm is Captain Chunn." She was all excitement at once. "Then they must have received your message?" "Probably." Jeff was the first man to meet Captain Chunn as he walked up the steps. The gray little man gave a whoop of joy. "David!" Their hands gripped.
It was more than ten years before he saw Captain Chunn again. Part 2 As an urchin Jeff had taken things as they came without understanding causes. Thoughts had come to him in flashes, without any orderly sequence, often illogically. As a gangling boy he still took for granted the hard knocks of a world he did not attempt to synthesize. Even his mother looked upon him as "queer."
Captain Chunn was the man who stood up for me." "And you've known him ever since?" "I've always corresponded with him." "Well, I'll be hanged. Talk about luck." James looked his cousin over with increased respect. He always took off his hat to success, but he had been so long accustomed to thinking of Jeff as a failure that he could not adjust his mind to the situation.
Rawson sat in the rotunda of the Pacific Hotel in desultory conversation with Captain Chunn, Hardy and Rogers. He brought his clenched hand down on the padded leather arm of the big chair. "They'll jam it through to-morrow. That's what they'll do. James K. Farnum's been playing mighty pretty politics and he has got the votes to deliver the goods."
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