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Why can't you let me know to-day what it will cost? I have other things to do. I wish to leave to-morrow afternoon." "Well," said Keith, with a little flush in his face, "I could guess at it to-day. I think it will take a very short time. I am familiar with a part of this property already, and " Mr. Halbrook was a man of quick intellect; moreover, he had many things on his mind just then.
Wickersham and his friends awakened to the fact that Squire Rawson was not the simple cattle-dealer he appeared to be, but was a man to be reckoned with. He not only held a large amount of the most valuable property in the Gap, but had as yet proved wholly intractable about disposing of it. Accordingly, the agent of Wickersham & Company, Mr. Halbrook, came down to Gumbolt to look into the matter.
"No," said Keith; "not for all the money you own. My advice to you is to go to Squire Rawson and either offer to take him in with you to the value of his lands, or else make him a direct offer for what those lands are really worth. He knows as much about the value of those lands as you or Mr. Halbrook or any one else knows. Take my word for it." "Rats!" ejaculated Wickersham, briefly.
I think it's that young Keith, and I advise you to get hold of Keith." "Who is Keith? What Keith? What is his name?" asked Mr. Wickersham. "Gordon Keith." Mr. Wickersham's face brightened. "Oh, that is all right; we can get him. We might give him a place?" Mr. Halbrook nodded. Mr.
He brought with him a stout, middle-aged Scotchman, named Matheson, with keen eyes and a red face, who was represented to be the man whom Wickersham & Company intended to make the superintendent of their mines as soon as they should be opened. The railroad not having yet been completed more than a third of the way beyond Eden, Mr. Halbrook took the stage to Gumbolt. Owing to something that Mr.
Gilsey had let fall about Keith, Mr. Halbrook sent next day for Keith. He wanted him to do a small piece of surveying for him. With him was the stout Scotchman, Matheson. The papers and plats were on a table in his room, and Keith was looking at them. "How long would it take you to do it?" asked Mr. Halbrook. He was a short, alert-looking man, with black eyes and a decisive manner.
Halbrook sat, in the company's big new office at the head of the street. He had a roll of paper under his arm. "Good morning, sir." His head was held rather high, and his voice had a new tone in it. Mr. Wickersham's agent looked up, and his face clouded. He was not used to being addressed in so independent a tone. "Good morning.
Wickersham looked her in the eyes. Business was only a convenient excuse. Old Halbrook could have attended to the business; but he preferred to come himself. Possibly she could guess the reason? He looked handsome and sincere enough as he leant over and gazed in her face to have beguiled a wiser person than Phrony. She, of course, had not the least idea. Then he must tell her.
Chalmers said when some one praised him as better than other Scotchmen, 'I thank you, sir, for no compliment paid me at the expense of my countrymen." He half addressed himself to the Scotchman. Matheson turned and looked him over, and as he did so his grim face softened a little. "I know nothing about your doctors," said Mr. Halbrook; "what I want is to get this work done.
That fool, Rhodes, talked about it too much, and they bought up the lands around the old man's property. They think the governor has got to buy 'em out. Old Rawson is the head of 'em. The governor sent Halbrook down to get it; but Halbrook is a fool, too. He let him know he wanted to buy him out, and, of course, he raised. You and he used to be very thick. He was talking of you the other night."
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