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The mouth of the Kalvik River is several miles wide, yet it contains but a small anchorage suitable for deep-draught ships, the rest of the harbor being underlaid with mud-bars and tide-flats over which none but small boats may pass; and as the canneries are distributed up and down the stream for a considerable distance, it is necessary to transport all supplies to and from the ships by means of tugs and lighters.
It was a duplicate of that copy which had affected him so deeply in Cherry's house at Kalvik. He lifted his eyes to find her scrutinizing him. "No, you can't cut out that page," she said, with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Where did you run across this?" "I didn't run across it" she admitted; "I scoured the book-stalls for it all the morning. Curiosity is a feminine trait, you know."
"Oh yes; I've done that sort of thing." His broad shoulders went up as he drew a long breath. "What's your plan?" "There's a man down the coast, George Balt, who knows more about the business than any four people in Kalvik. He's been a fisherman all his life.
"I don't quite understand " "It is simple enough. Kalvik is so isolated and the fishing season is so short that the Companies have to send their crews in from the States and take them out again every summer.
"That girl is the child's mother, but its father is Boyd Emerson!" "Boyd Emerson was never in Kalvik until last December," said Cherry. "The child is three years old." "It seems I am being discussed," said a voice behind them. Emerson clove his way through the sailors, striding directly to Marsh. "What is the meaning of this?" Mildred Wayland laid a fluttering hand upon her breast.
"They are flat of nose, their lips are pierced, and they are very well, dirty." "Not always!" Boyd gave voice to his general annoyance and growing dislike for Marsh in an abrupt denial, "I have seen some very attractive squaws, particularly breeds." "Where?" demanded the other, sceptically. "Well, at Kalvik, for instance," "Kalvik!" ejaculated Marsh. "Yes; your home.
Here Alton Clyde clamored for enlightenment as to the reason for this eruption. "That is the fellow we will have to fight, "Boyd explained. "He is the head of the cannery combination at Kalvik, and a bitter enemy of George's. If he suspects our motives or gets wind of our plans, we're done for." Clyde spoke more earnestly than at any time during the evening.
"Very well," said Emerson, resignedly, "If you feel that way about it, come along; but I won't take you east of Seattle." "Seattle ain't so bad," Fraser replied. "I guess I can pick up a pinch of change there, all right. But Kalvik Wow!" "Why do you have to go so soon?" Cherry asked Emerson, when the two others had left them. "Because every day counts." "But why the Katmai route?
"You've got a swell chance to make a turn in Kalvik," said Fraser. "Why don't you take it to Marsh?" "I will!" declared Alton. "You wouldn't do a trick like that?" Emerson questioned, quickly. "Why not? You won't listen to my advice. You're playing with other people's money, and it doesn't matter, to you whether you win or lose. If this enterprise fails, I suppose you can promote another."
He discovered the Kalvik River, built the first cannery here, and was its foreman until he quarrelled with Marsh, who proceeded to discipline him. Balt isn't the kind of man to be disciplined; so, not having enough money to build a cannery, he took his scanty capital and started a saltery on his own account.
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