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Updated: June 13, 2025
But better than that I'll give you a share in the profits of not only my own business, but the Legonia Fish Cannery as well." Gregory gulped. It was Dickie's voice all right. But the words were his own. There was some mistake somewhere. He strove to regain control of his scattered senses as Blagg burst out: "You're figurin' to start somethin' you can't finish, ain't you?
He smiled too. "I'll admit I have some curiosity," he answered. The girl laughed. "You've got into the habit of fighting," she retorted. "But the war is over now." "Maybe you're right. But at Legonia I've an idea it has just begun." It was just what she would have had him say. What she would have said herself if she had spoken her mind. She liked a man who wasn't afraid.
It was one-thirty already. Not much chance of reaching Legonia in time to accomplish much to-day. "Tell McCoy I'll be at the cannery before four o'clock." Dickie flashed a glance at the clock on the Richard's dash at Gregory's words. Every minute was going to count. It was up to the speed-boat to show what she could do. Opening the cut-out, the girl began to get the speed-craft under way.
Discussing the pros and cons of the new idea, they took their way toward Legonia. When they arrived at the Lang wharf the girl grudgingly admitted that the plan might work. At least it might justify a trial. Leaving Dickie at her own dock Gregory was about to proceed up the bay to the cannery wharf when she came over to the rail and exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh, yes. Another thing.
On the floor of the cannery, Dickie Lang was also analyzing the phenomenal success of the Legonia Fish Cannery while she waited for the owner to accompany her on their daily cruise to the fishing grounds. "I'll tell you, Jack, it gets my goat how things began to pick up the very minute I threw up my contract. He's had nothing but luck ever since." "I wouldn't say that, Dick," McCoy objected.
His mind was occupied with matters of far more importance. It would be well to know just where Bandrist stood concerning a division of his money before they went farther. Now would be a good time to find out. He made the suggestion at once that the islander grant him an advance of funds until such time as he could obtain his money from Legonia and Port Angeles.
"Jones must be having engine-trouble," commented Dickie Lang. "Or else Diablo's got him buffaloed too." "What do you mean?" Gregory asked. Lowering her voice so that it would not reach the two fishermen on the Pelican, she said: "They all give Diablo a wide berth. The fishermen are scared to death of the island. If you want to hear a lot of wild tales, just talk to some of my men at Legonia.
A nucleus of skilled labor had been carefully selected by McCoy and brought to train the service men who came to Legonia on every incoming train. The sleepy little fishing village viewed the vanguard of the ex-soldiers with sullen indifference. Silvanus Rock had told them not to worry their heads over the "efforts of an impractical dreamer to turn the town upside down."
"It's Mexican Joe. He was with our fathers on the Gull. No one knew it at Legonia. He went out with them at midnight and reached Diablo a little before daybreak. They left him on the launch while they went ashore. He saw them murdered on the beach. The launch was run down a few minutes later. Joe was thrown overboard. He struck his head on the rocks.
Storm-signals fluttered feebly and were passed by unheeded. Then Mr. Dupont, of Winfield & Camby, sounded the warning. "You're not getting enough fish," he exclaimed on one of his periodical visits to Legonia. "I'm building up a demand for your product which is fast becoming national. The way things are going now, you will not be able to supply it. Then I'll be out of pocket for my advertising.
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