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Updated: May 11, 2025
An' even if he tried to take it out, he'd have a hundred miles of tote-road to build. Eureka freight travels only one way on McNabb's tote-road an' that way is in!" Hedin stared at the man in astonishment. "And you can buy it at your own figure!" he cried. "Why, you can prevent even his empty trucks from going back. God, man, it will ruin Orcutt!" "'Tis his own doin's," answered the man.
"After what he has done to you?" cried the girl, her eyes flashing. "Just so. Be nice an' friendly to him d'ye know what a poker face is?" "Why, of course! Everybody plays poker in Terrace City." "Mind ye, ye're settin' in a big game right now " "You mean," cried the girl, "that there's a chance? A chance to beat Orcutt yet? Oh, if you only could!"
Did I ever tell ye the story of Mrs. Orcutt's coat?" "No." "It goes back quite a ways the left-handed love me an' Fred Orcutt has for one another. We speak neighborly on the street, an' for years we've played on opposite sides of a ball-a-hole foursome at the Country Club, but either of us would sooner lose a hundred dollars than pay the other a golf ball.
Three years ago, when they made it fifty-six hours, we were fools to keep up the pay. I said so then, at the conference, but they wouldn't listen to me. They listened this time. Holster and one or two others croaked, but we shut 'em up. No, they won't get any more pay, not a damned cent." Orcutt had listened patiently, lugubriously. "I told them that." "What did they say?"
He smoked a cigarette, and occasionally sipped from a tall glass. He was slender, clean-cut, high-colored, an undeniable patrician. In his mild gray eyes, deep down, gleamed a latent humor, an interior twinkling not apparent to the multitude. Sweeney Orcutt, the saloon-keeper, noticed this reserve characteristic now for the first time, as the young man turned toward him.
An' what in the devil are you doin' here? An' what business have those trucks got on my tote-road?" Orcutt laughed, a nasty, gloating laugh, as he rubbed his hands together after the manner of one performing an ablution. "It means, John," he answered, in a voice of oily softness, "that at last I have caught you napping.
Ditmar halted in his steps at the sight of the tall, spectacled figure of the superintendent on the threshold. Orcutt hesitated, looking from one to the other. "I've been waiting for you," he said, after a moment, "the rest of that lot didn't come in this morning. I've telephoned to the freight agent." Ditmar stared at him uncomprehendingly. Orcutt repeated the information.
The nefarious agreement to sell out all the Clark equity in the Field which John Clark had executed prior to his departure for the Grand Army Reunion, and which Judge Orcutt had forced the elder Bright to produce, was evidence enough that the little girl needed some strong defender if she were not to be fleeced utterly of her property.
"Oh well, keep after him, get him to trace them." "I'm doing that," replied the conscientious Orcutt. "How's everything else going?" Ditmar demanded, with unlooked-for geniality. "You mustn't take things too hard, Orcutt, don't wear yourself out." Mr. Orcutt was relieved. He had expected an outburst of the exasperation that lately had characterized his superior. They began to chat.
"Oh well, keep after him, get him to trace them." "I'm doing that," replied the conscientious Orcutt. "How's everything else going?" Ditmar demanded, with unlooked-for geniality. "You mustn't take things too hard, Orcutt, don't wear yourself out." Mr. Orcutt was relieved. He had expected an outburst of the exasperation that lately had characterized his superior. They began to chat.
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