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Oh!" and she laid her hand impulsively on his arm as a huge sheaf of rockets roared skyward, apparently from the water. Then, suddenly, Neergard's yacht sprang into view, outlined in electricity from stem to stern, every spar and funnel and contour of hull and superstructure twinkling in jewelled brilliancy.
Thus he had sneeringly dispensed with Gerald; thus he had shouldered Fane and Harmon out of his way when they objected to the purchase of Neergard's acreage adjoining the Siowitha preserve, and its incorporation as an integral portion of the club tract; thus he was preparing to rid himself of Ruthven for another reason.
But he had not counted on Neergard's sudden hatred of Gerald; and the first token of that hatred fell upon the boy like a thunderbolt when Neergard whispered to Ruthven, one night at the Stuyvesant Club, and Ruthven, exasperated, had gone straight home, to find his wife in tears, and the boy clumsily attempting to comfort her, both her hands in his.
He has entirely too much liberty with his bachelor quarters and his junior whipper-snapper club, and his house parties and his cruises on Neergard's boat!" He got up, casting his cigar from him, and moved about bulkily, muttering of matters to be regulated, and firmly, too.
They discussed Neergard's scheme for a little while longer; Austin, shrewd and cautious, declined any personal part in the financing of the deal, although he admitted the probability of prospective profits. "Our investments and our loans are of a different character," he explained, "but I have no doubt that Fane, Harmon & Co. "Why, both Fane and Harmon are members of the club!" laughed Selwyn.
You ask for a bid to the Orchils'; I tell you quite seriously I can't secure one for you." "You'd better think it over," said Neergard menacingly. "Awfully sorry." "You mean you won't?" "Ah quite so." Neergard's thin nose grew white and tremulous: "Why?" "You insist?" in mildly bored deprecation. "Yes, I insist. Why can't you or why won't you?"
For that reason he had been careful that Gerald should not know where and how he was now obliged to live lest the boy suspect and understand how much of Selwyn's little fortune it had taken to settle his debts of "honour" and free him from the sinister pressure of Neergard's importunities.
"I'll let you know when I see you here to-morrow," said the boy; but Selwyn shook his head: "I'm not coming here to-morrow, Gerald"; and he walked leisurely into Neergard's office and seated himself. "So you have committed the firm to the Siowitha deal?" he inquired coolly. Neergard looked up and then past him: "No, not the firm.
"Where's Gerald?" he asked as an office-boy relieved him of his heavy box coat and brought his mail to him. "I advised Gerald to go home," observed Selwyn carelessly; "he is not perfectly well." Neergard's tiny mouse-like eyes, set close together, stole brightly in Selwyn's direction; but they usually looked just a little past a man, seldom at him. "Grippe?" he asked.
She learned as she manages to learn everything a little before anybody else hears of it that Jack Ruthven found out that Alixe was behaving very carelessly with some man some silly, callow, and probably harmless youth. But there was a disgraceful scene on Mr. Neergard's yacht, the Niobrara.
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