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By-the-way, what about that 'beautcheous gel and the mischief that is afoot? What is the rest of the story?" "I don't know. I never got past that place. Say! If I had time, I'll bet I could write a good book. I've got plenty to say." "Why don't you try it?" "Too busy!" yawned the adventurer, lazily. "Gee, this is a lonesome burg! Kalvik is sure out in the tall grass, ain't it?
I expect you to join the party." "I am sure you would like it, Mildred," the magnate added. Boyd could scarcely believe his ears. Would they come to Kalvik? Would they all assemble there in that unmapped nook? And suppose they should had he the courage to continue his mad enterprise? It was all so unreal!
In that way I can combine recreation and business." "But you detest travel as much as I do," said Mildred. "This would be entirely different from ordinary travel. The first vice- president has his yacht on the Pacific Coast, and offers her to the board of directors for a summer's cruise." "How far will you go?" questioned Boyd. "Clear up to Mr. Marsh's station." "Kalvik?"
"Miss Malotte is a fine woman;" then, at Marsh's short laugh, "and her conduct bears favorable comparison with that of the other white people at Kalvik." Marsh allowed his eyes to waver at this, but to Mildred he apologized. "She is not the sort one cares to discuss." "How do you know?" demanded Cherry's champion. "Do you know anything against her character?"
To unload the machinery, particularly the heavier pieces, was by no means a simple matter, owing to the furious tides that set in and out of the Kalvik River. The first mishap occurred during the trip on which the boilers were towed in, and it looked to Boyd less like an accident than a carefully planned move to cripple him at one stroke.
"This here town of Kalvik is certainly overjoyed at our arrival," said Fraser, "ain't it?" But his irate companion made no comment, whereat, sensing the anger behind his silence, the speaker, for once, failed to extemporize an answer to his own remark.
As a matter of fact, I wasn't exactly right when I said we had no white women whatever at Kalvik. Mr. Emerson doubtless has met Cherry Malotte?" "I have," acknowledged Boyd. "She was very kind to us." "More damning disclosures," chuckled Mr. Wayland. "Pray, who is she?" "I should like very much to know," Emerson answered. "Oh, delightful!" exclaimed Mildred.
If, on the other hand, he should decide to go ahead and wage war against the trust as an independent packer, then secrecy for the present was doubly imperative. Once Marsh gained an inkling that he and Big George were equipping themselves to go back to Kalvik to Kalvik, Marsh's own stronghold, of all places! he could and would thwart them without doubt.
Marsh left." "Good!" he declared, heartily. "Yes. I have decided to go to Kalvik with you." On that very night, in a little, snow-smothered cabin crouching close against the Kalvik bluffs, another girl was seated at a piano. Her slim, white fingers had strayed upon the notes of a song which Boyd Emerson had sung.
I'm waiting for the crash to come before I walk into room 610 at the Hotel Buller and settle with 'Mr. Jones, of New York." "You aren't seriously thinking of any such melodramatic finish, are you?" she inquired. "When I first met you in Kalvik, I said I would stop at nothing to succeed. Well, I meant it. I am more desperate now than I was then.
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