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Eckstein to step in here a minute." It was the private secretary, the well-groomed young man with the alien eyes and nose who answered the summons. North gave him his instructions in a curt sentence. "Mr. MacMorrogh would like to have a little talk with you, Eckstein: take him into the other room where you can be undisturbed."
On two contracts with us they have lost money; but I happen to know that in both instances they kept their promises to the engineering department to the letter." Ford had cast off the eye-grip and he appeared to be studying the fresco design of the ceiling over the private secretary's head. "And those promises were ?" Eckstein laughed boyishly. "You needn't make a mystery of it with me, Mr. Ford.
Many who had no particular objection to Jews as Capitalists have a very great objection to them as Bolshevists. Those who had an innocent unconsciousness of the nationality of Eckstein, even when he called himself Eckstein, have managed to discover the nationality of Braunstein, even, when he calls, himself Trotsky.
"Somebody has to put his back into an enterprise of that sort," Jimmy observed. "I can't, directly," she said, "not with LaChaise nor with Mr. Eckstein.
You've a notion in the back par-rt of your head, Misther Eckstein; lave us have it." "As I've said, we can't stick at trifles. If Adair's train is on the extension, it mustn't get here. Somebody goes up the line on a hand-car to-night and stops it." "Is it to ditch it, ye mane?" asked the youngest of the brothers in a hoarse whisper. Eckstein laughed cynically.
The sounders were clicking monotonously when the trick man turned to the relief operator who was checking Darby's transfer sheet. "What do you suppose Eckstein was up to, sitting here all night, Jim?" "Give it up," said the relief man. "Ask me something easy." "I'll bet a hen worth fifty dollars I can guess. He didn't want Mr. Ford to make time." The relief man looked up from his checking. "Why?
Lionel Phillips, of H. Eckstein and Co., the Johannesburg representatives of Wernher, Beit and Co. Mr. Rhodes was represented by his brother, Colonel Francis Rhodes, and Mr. J.H. Hammond, of the Consolidated Goldfields Company in Johannesburg. Mr.
Julius Eckstein, whom we saw, on the morning of this same road-wearying day, welcoming Adair over the counter railing in the Denver office. How does it come that a few short hours later we find him galloping tantivy over the dusty hills, no less than two hundred miles, as the birds fly, from the counter railing of welcomings?
"None of your men are likely to drift in from the other way up the line?" "Not unless somebody carries the news av the gold sthrike and there's nobody going that way to carry it. The camp's empty but for us." Eckstein rose and buttoned his coat. "You have held your own strikers the men you can depend upon: how many do we count, all told?"
"That's me," said Dan MacMorrogh; and he rose and let himself out, with the younger brother to lock the door behind him. The door-keeping attended to, the younger brother drew closer into the circle. "There's wan thing," he said, looking furtively at Eckstein. "I was in Copah this day: I got the buckboards for Misther Colbrith.
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