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"You're a dear, brave girl, and I'm proud of you," said Orde. "Nonsense! There was no danger at all. I'd been vaccinated recently. And somebody had to take care of poor Mina until we could get help. How's Bobby?" After lunch Orde went downtown to his office where for some time he sat idly looking over the mail. About three o'clock Newmark came in.
That shipwreck of ours to-day mighty near cleaned us out of some things. Lucky Charlie held his head and locked in the bedding with those sweeps, or we'd have been strapped." "I didn't do it," grumbled Charlie. "It was him." "Oh!" Orde congratulated Newmark. "Good work! I'm tickled to death you belonged to that crew."
"It kicks us into somewhat of a hole," he grumbled to Newmark. "A loss is never pleasant," replied the latter, "and it puts us out of the carrying business for awhile. But we're insured." "I can't understand why Floyd started," said Orde. "He ought to know better than to face sure prospects of a fall blow. I'll tan his soul for that, all right!"
The exasperation of delay, the anxiety lest success be lost through the mulish and narrow-minded obstinacy of one man, the resentment against another obstacle not to be foreseen and not to be expected in a task redundantly supplied with obstacles of its own these found relief at last. "By Jove!" breathed Newmark softly to himself. "Don Quixote and the windmills!"
Then Orde, bareheaded and dishevelled, strung to a high excitement, but cool as a veteran under fire, began to be harassed by annoyances. The piles provided for the drivers gave out. Newmark left, ostensibly to purchase more. He did not return. Tom North and Jim Denning, their eyes burning deep in their heads for lack of sleep, came to Orde holding to him symbolically their empty hands.
That is not its face value, nor anything like it, but you have caused me directly and indirectly considerable loss. I don't know how soon I can pay this note; but it will be paid." "All right," agreed Newmark. "Does that satisfy you?" "I suppose it's got to." "Very well. I have the papers here all made out. They need simply to be signed and witnessed. Timbull is the nearest notary."
Kincaid, whom he liked, win out over Mr. Newmark, whom he disliked. The rifle was in good hands; that was all any one could say about it. But one afternoon, returning home about two o'clock, he was surprised to find Bucephalus and the yellow cart hitched out in front, and Mr. Kincaid sitting on the porch steps.
His big figure set off the cloth to advantage, and even his wind-reddened face seemed toned down and refined by the change in costume and surroundings. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Newmark!" cried Orde in his hearty way, and holding out his hand. "I'm glad to see you. Where you been? Come on out of there.
Orde's orders to sail as soon as you were loaded." Captain Floyd nodded curtly and went out without further comment. Newmark arose and looked out of the window. The sun shone as balmily soft as ever. English sparrows twittered and fought outside. The warm smell of pine shingles rose from the street.
"Joe," said Orde, "I want to raise about seventy-five thousand dollars on my share in this concern, if it can be done." "What's up?" inquired Newmark keenly. "It's a private matter." Newmark said nothing, but for some time thought busily, his light blue eyes narrowed to a slit. "I'll have to figure on it a while," said he at last, and turned back to his mail.
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