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When he met Gregory at the cannery the morning after their return to Legonia, McCoy was not slow in admitting that he was strong for the boss. "If we had time, Jack," Gregory was saying, "there is nothing I'd rather do right now than give you a week off on full pay. But you know what that would mean to us at this time. Before we start in I want to make you another proposition."
Gregory left Legonia at ten-thirty with his speed-boat. There were five in the launch. Four men and Miss Lang." Mascola drew in his breath sharply. "That damned Lang girl," he began. "She is a " Bandrist slid from his chair with a quick movement which carried him wriggling about the table. "Keep your tongue still," he gritted as he towered over the Italian. "You talk too much."
And who knew, if Rock didn't? As the days went by, however, and the invasion became more noticeable, the alien element of the fishing colony began to experience a feeling of sharp resentment against the new owner of the Legonia cannery and his wild scheme.
Boris blocked the fist with a sweep of his long arm and clinched. For an instant the bodies of the two men rocked in the gripping power of the embrace. Then they fell to the roadway. Dickie Lang stopped suddenly as she saw the struggling figures in the path. A fight between two drunken fishermen was the commonest thing in Legonia. She'd better not get mixed up in it. They were not her men.
Rock frowned at the news. "Well, well," he ejaculated. "That is bad. Though not of course as bad as it might be. No answer to that one, Peters." A few moments later when the financier was again alone in his office, the cashier entered. "The credit man from the Canners' Supply Company is here," he announced. "He's asking for information about the Legonia Fish Cannery.
"I'm with the Port Angeles Daily Times. Since coming to Legonia I have become much interested in the local fishing situation. As yet there are several things I'm not quite clear on. I believe you could enlighten me. What about an interview?" Rock's face purpled, then grew white. His beady eyes shifted nervously from one person to another, and focused at last on Kenneth Gregory.
I'm not trying to rob you like you robbed me. I just want what's coming to me. Not a cent more. If you give me that I'll throw your webbing over. If you don't I'll trail them every inch of the way to Legonia and cut them into ribbons with the propeller. It's up to you, Mascola." The Italian flashed a glance to the cove where the Roma's angling mast appeared against the beach.
It would afford him a good chance to make his proposal while she was getting the fish ready for shipment. Some time after Gregory had left the cannery, Barnes reported he was out of carborundum and McCoy set out at once for Legonia. "They'd be all day sending it up," he said. "I've got to go down anyway and check over some stuff for us at the freight-house so it might as well be now."
Winfield & Camby's office force were surprised to find the manager on the job when they reached the salesrooms. "Send me Mr. Black." Mr. Dupont's orders were crisp and the publicity man hurried to obey his bidding. "Bring me those clippings on that Legonia Fish Cannery stuff, Black. Also the ads in to-day's papers.
His mind was filled with the problem of what he was going to do if he did arrive at Legonia on time. Dickie had made a wonderful run thus far, had handled the Richard masterfully against wind and wave, had more than done her part. Soon her work would be done. Then his would begin. And what was he going to do? The sum to be raised would have once seemed trifling.
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