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"I should be very glad to consider your proposition, Mr. Peasley," he said. "You say your clients are entirely responsible?" "They will post a bond if you're not satisfied on that point, Mr. Hudner. What will you charter the Unicorn for, a day?" Mr. Hudner pretended to do a deal of figuring. At the end of five minutes he said: "Three hundred and fifty dollars a day, net to the vessel."
Now when Hudner finds he has to spend a lot of money fixing her up, he figures it's best to get rid of her and saddle somebody else with the bill. Her intrinsic value is just about one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, and when Hudner asks half a million for her he expects to get four hundred and fifty thousand.
"I've bet Florry five thousand dollars you'll dispose of Hudner and the Unicorn, Matt," he said. "I'm glad of that, sir, because if you hope to win the bet you'll have to help me. I've gone as far as I can, sir. I've got an option on the Unicorn for three days on a sixty-day charter, running coastwise with general cargo, with the privilege of renewing for four years at the same rate.
Sold her to a big Eastern powder company. She goes into the nitrate trade, of course. These munition manufacturers must have powder, and to get powder they must have nitrate, and to get nitrate they must have ships, and to get ships they must pay the price. I got Hudner a million dollars for that ruin of a Penelope." Matt Peasley gently seized J. O. Heyfuss by the ear and led him to the door.
He wiped his eyes, controlled his mirth and turned to the general manager. "Skinner," he said, "did you know I had gotten back into the harness while you were up at the Astoria mill? Well I did, Skinner. I had to, you know. If it was the last act of my life I had to square accounts with that man Hudner, of the Black Butte Lumber Company." Mr. Skinner nodded.
"I'll hear to-day; but meantime you might give me a three-day option on the vessel, in case of unavoidable delays though I'll do my best to close the matter up at once." Hudner considered. The Unicorn had paid his company but two dividends since her purchase from Cappy Ricks, while it was common talk on 'Change that the Lion had paid for herself prior to the 1907 panic.
See if I don't. Well, sir, Skinner, he laughed at me and told me to go as far as I liked; and, a number of my youthful friends being present, they each bet Hudner a five-dollar hat I'd hang his hide on my fence within sixty days. "Well, Skinner, you know me.
Hudner is the one that should spend that money. For the love of trade, what is he selling you? A ship or a hulk?" "I don't care what she is; we can make her pay for herself and earn half a million or a million extra before this war ends. And she won't be such a bad vessel after she's shipped a couple of new plates.
"I wish you had informed me of the identity of your client, Mr. Peasley," Hudner complained. "I don't like to sign this charter." "I cannot help that now, sir," Matt retorted. "You have agreed in writing to charter the vessel to any responsible person I might bring to you, and I guess the Blue Star Navigation Company comes under that head." Mr. Hudner sighed and gritted his teeth.
"By jingo," he declared, "we'd make twenty-five thousand dollars while we're dickering with Hudner!" "I know, my boy; but then I don't like Hudner, and it's awful to do business with a son of a horsethief you don't like and let him put one over on you. That's the thrill of doing business, Matt.
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