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They argued that as treasurer and comptroller of currency he had shown himself to be the only man qualified to direct the affairs of the people. And Landover believed them. Despite his superior intelligence and his vaunted ability to size up his fellow man, he was as blind and unsuspecting as a child when it came to penetrating the real motives of the conspirators.
Captain Trigger's eyes, red from loss of sleep, pinched with anxiety, rested for a few seconds on the three boats coming across the basin. Then he turned to the young man. "Mr. Landover is one of the owners of this steamship line, Percival." "So I understand, sir."
The groups were made up of men familiar with nature in the rough. Lieutenant Platt headed one group, Professor Flattner another, a Bolivian ranchman and an English horse buyer the remaining two. Abel Landover was to have gone out with the first day's shift to work on the road through the wood. He refused point-blank to leave the ship.
"But you have Abel Landover's word for it, Ruth. The bullet grazed his head. The coward would have killed him most certainly if he had not succeeded in knocking the pistol out of his hand and overpowering him." "If I did not believe Mr. Landover to be an absolutely truthful, honourable man, I " began Ruth, a little furrow between her eyebrows, "well, I might still believe a little in Mr.
Landover was a greatly changed man in these days. There had come a crisis in the affairs of Trigger Island, not many weeks before the second annual election in April, when he was obliged to show his true colours. The banker suddenly realized with a shock that he was actually involved in a well-organized, though secret plot to overthrow the so-called "government."
If there is anything in this talk about Crust, you know what I mean, and if it should come to the point where stern measures are required, I will be with you, heart and soul. You know that, don't you?" Percival studied the banker's face for a moment. "I've never doubted it for an instant, Landover. We may yet shake hands and be friends in spite of ourselves."
Landover may have been a wizard in New York, but the wizard of Trigger Island was quite another person altogether, hence the very sensible defection. These gentlemen openly and ardently opposed him on one occasion, however. It was when he proposed that the island should be named for the beloved Captain. They insisted that it be called Percival Island.
"You are trying to decide whether or not it was all done for effect." She smiled mysteriously, looking straight ahead. Her eyes were very bright. "You are wrong. I was thinking about hats, Mr. Landover. Don't you know that every woman's thoughts run to hats on Easter?" "I confess I had a better opinion of him," he said, disregarding her flippancy.
"We are not here to discuss the election, Mr. Landover," broke in Percival. "Before we go any farther, however, I wish to state that if you are chosen Governor of Trigger Island, you will find no one more willing and ready to serve you than I. But, that is beside the question. If you will listen to me, I will tell you exactly what it is that confronts us.
You'd never guess what it was. After looking at it very carefully I discovered it was a port-hole." Forsaking his whimsical manner, he related tersely in as few words as possible the story of the encounter. "Now, it's my guess that Mr. Abel Landover didn't speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth when he furnished you with his version of the affair.
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