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But we mustn't waste time talking. Describe that black man to me, and " "And the company will hire detectives to start right on the trail of that negro," interjected Mr. Prenter. "If -if the expense is really warranted," ended Mr. Bascomb, cautiously. "Warranted?" retorted the treasurer of the Melliston Company. "Why, it is absolutely necessary to protect our work here!
"What's all this dispute about anyway, Bascomb?" a voice called cheerily from the hallway. "Oh, it's you, is it, Prenter?" asked Mr. Bascomb, turning and not looking overjoyed at the interruption. Simon F. Prenter was treasurer of the Melliston Company. Tom had met him at the time of signing the engineers' contract with the company. Now Reade sprang up to place a chair for the new arrival.
"I can't do it, sir." "Have you paper, pen and ink here?" thundered Mr. Bascomb. "If so, bring them." Tom quietly obeyed. "Reade," again thundered the president of the Melliston Company, "I have had as much of your nonsense as I intend to stand. You are out of here, from this minute. Take that pen and sign your resignation!" "I don't believe I'll do that, sir," murmured Tom, putting down the pen.
"But you do insult me, sir, in believing that it would be possible for me to make any hostile use of whatever unpleasant knowledge I may possess against you." "Do you mean to say that you wouldn't use the knowledge?" demanded the president of the Melliston Company. "You're insulting me again, sir. Perhaps you are to be pardoned, Mr. Bascomb.
"The plain truth is, Reade, that we're utterly dissatisfied with your way of managing things here. When you know how the Melliston Company feels toward you, you don't want to be impudent enough to insist on hanging on, do you?" "I am certain that I speak for my partner, sir, when I state that we won't drop the contract until we have fulfilled it," Tom muttered, coolly, but with great firmness.
"But it will strike the directors of the Melliston Company as being pretty big for an extra bill," muttered Renshaw. "Especially, since " The superintendent paused. "You were going to say," smiled Tom, wanly, "since the loss wouldn't have happened if I hadn't kicked the gamblers out of camp." "That's about the size of it, Mr. Reade," nodded Renshaw.
After the disappearance of the big black from the scene there was no further trouble at the breakwater. Blixton is now an important though artificial harbor. With the completion of the breakwater, and the building of a lighthouse, the next work undertaken was the building of stone docks at which the steamships of the Melliston Line now dock.
The new-comer approached the place rather uncertainly. At last, however, he stood revealed. Tom Reade felt like yelling in his utter astonishment. For President Bascomb, of the Melliston Company, now stood before them. After a glance about Mr. Bascomb walked slowly up and down, as though he were waiting for some one. Dick, of course, did not know Mr. Bascomb.
I won't have him around the work at all. Now what is the second proposition, sir?" As Tom spoke he looked straight into Mr. Bascomb's eyes. The other glared at him unbelievingly but angrily. "Young man, you don't appear to understand that I am president and head of the Melliston Company." "I quite understand it, sir," Reade answered.
Nodding, Peters turned and strode back. When the others gained the house where the engineers and superintendent lived the foremen took leave of their chiefs. As Tom, Harry and Mr. Prenter went up the steps to the porch the front door opened to let out Mr. Bascomb. "Is that revolting row all over?" demanded the president of the Melliston Company. "What row?" asked Mr. Prenter, innocently.
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