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Updated: June 20, 2025
I see the time coming when all you say of Hellbeam's purpose will be fulfilled, and my dream shattered and tumbling about my head. If Hellbeam succeeds, can I let this thing happen? Can I sacrifice this great purpose in such a personal disaster? No. My hope is in my little wife, that dear woman who's given herself to me with the full knowledge of the threat hanging over my future.
In a moment the smile fell from his eyes. When he looked up it was to flash a keen glance at the rugged face beyond the desk. "Here, listen," he cried, with a sharp intake of breath. "Watch Lizzie for U.G.P. Signed Nisson." Bat nodded. "U.G.P. That's Union Great Peninsular Railroad. That's Hellbeam's. It means ." "It means Hellbeam's men are aboard.
Standing came back to his chair. "Here, we've talked these things enough," he said. "You've got my word. Just don't worry a thing. If Hellbeam's dogs get around, well we're here first. All I want is news of Nancy. And that'll be along any old time now. When I get that ." The door of the office was thrust open, and an olive-hued face appeared.
Just as sure as God, Hellbeam's going to get me." The sweat of terror stood on the man's high forehead, and he wiped it away. Bat flung a clenched fist down upon the tree stump. "You're wrong, Les. You're plumb wrong. If it means murder I swear before God Hellbeam'll never lay hands on you. Hellbeam? Gee!
Nancy held out the typescript to the waiting man whose eyes had none of the smiling welcome they would have had in Hellbeam's absence. "Thank you." Elas glanced down at the neatly bound script. "It's all complete?" "Oh, yes. It's the whole story. It's in tabloid form. You will be able to take the whole close in half an hour."
You'll see me again, and when you do well, don't forget Hellbeam's at the other end of this business. Guess I'm ready." The man stood up. And as he stood his eyes looked squarely into those of Bat. "Get on with it," he cried, and flung the remains of his lighted cigarette on the pile of the carpet, and trod it viciously underfoot with his heavy sea boot. Standing was alone.
Why, that's just fine. Well, I'm dying to hear your news. Splendid. I shall be here. G'bye." Peterman set the 'phone down. His smiling eyes challenged those of the man who a moment before had derided him. "Well?" Hellbeam's impatience was without scruple at any time. "She's got back all right, and she's succeeded far better than you hoped. Better than she hoped herself.
And when I'm beaten, and Hellbeam's satisfied his kick, my boy, my little son, will step into my shoes and carry on the work till it's complete. Oh, yes, I say 'my son. Nancy will see to it that she gives me a son. And, by God, how I will fight for him!" Bat was silent before the tide of his friend's passion.
When Sachigo's complete it's to be the parent company of a mighty combine that's going to take in all the mills of Canada outside Nathaniel Hellbeam's group. And then then, sir, the squeeze'll start right in. And it isn't going to stop till the sponge that's Nathaniel Hellbeam is wrung dry." "You heard all this when you were held prisoner and working like a swine in Martin's forests?"
Say, Hellbeam's been in Quebec a score of times since since . That don't worry a thing. No. He's got big finance in the Skandinavia bunch in Quebec. We know all about that. It's Idepski. Idepski ain't visiting the packet office for his health. He ain't figgerin' on a joy trip up the Labrador coast. No. That's the signal, sure. Idepski at the packet office.
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