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It was upon the tip of Sam's tongue to say that he would join Princeman in his walk, but he repressed that instinct immediately. "Quite a long ways over there by the road, isn't it?" he questioned. "Yes," admitted Princeman unsuspectingly, "it winds a good bit; but there is a path across the hills which is not only shorter but far more pleasant." Sam turned to Mr. Westlake.
Having submitted exhibit A in the form of his brother's samples of pulp and paper, exhibit B in the form of Mr. Creamer's letter, and exhibit C in the form of Mr. Creamer's own samples of pulp and paper, Mr. Turner rested quite comfortably in his chair, thank you. "This seems to make the thing positive," admitted Mr. Princeman. "Mr.
Turner, and went right on displaying grace and dexterity to a quite unusual degree. Decidedly Mr. Turner was being "cut," and he wondered why. Presently he strode down to the road and looked up over the hill in the direction he knew Hollis Creek Inn to be. He was still pondering the probable distance when Mr. Westlake and Billy and young Princeman came up the brook path.
Then, very gently and carefully, he turned straight about, lifting Miss Hastings entirely from her feet and setting her gravely down on the safe ledge below the sloping rock; but before he had even had time to let go of her he glanced down into the road, toward which the turn had faced him, and saw there, looking up aghast at the tableau, Mr. Princeman and Miss Stevens!
"Well, at least you'll come back to the bar with us and have an ice-cream cocktail," insisted Princeman, reining up close to the porch and putting his hand upon the rail in front of her.
He saw her riding with Hollis; he saw her driving with Princeman; he saw her playing tennis with Billy Westlake, but the greatest boon he ever received was a nod and a pleasant word. He industriously sent her flowers. She as industriously sent him nice, polite little notes of thanks.
Princeman, surveying him coldly; "but there is another thing equally sure, and that is that you can not engage capital in as big an enterprise as this on any basis which will separate the control and the money." "I'm going to try it, though," retorted Sam. "If I can't separate the control and the money I suppose I'll have to put up with the best terms I can get.
I am not a part of a business bargain! I refuse to be regarded as a commercial proposition! I heard something from Mr. Princeman of what desperate efforts you were making to secure the command, whatever that may be, of the of the stock board of shares in your new company, but I did not think you would go to such lengths as this!" "Why, my dear girl," began Sam, shocked.
Oh, it was disgraceful! Sam Turner ground his teeth in impotent rage. He walked up to Princeman. "Say, old man," he pleaded. "We've just got to settle down! We must pull this game out of the fire! We can't let Hollis Creek walk away with it!" Princeman was pale, but clutched at his fast-slipping-away nonchalance with the grip of desperation.
As soon as the patents are granted on our process we're going to organize a million dollar stock company to take up more land and handle the business." "Come over here and sit down," invited Princeman, somewhat more than courteously. "Wait a minute until I send for McComas. Here, boy, hunt Mr. McComas and ask him to come out on the porch."
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