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Cappy answered dismally. Redell had him hypnotized. Already Cappy could see the gates of the poorhouse opening to receive them all. Redell's voice brought him back to a realization of his peril. "You'll find, Cappy Ricks, that for months to come every sailing vessel that carries lumber to Australia from the Pacific Coast will come back with a cargo of wheat while these war prices are maintained."
Redell's shorts had been covered at a price ranging from $1.83 to $1.83 5/8, whereupon he closed out his trade and received a check for his margin and his profits. An hour later he met Cappy Ricks again on 'Change. "Well, Cappy?" he queried. "I cleaned up, thank you," the old gentleman informed him. "Sold, bought, and got the money.
Now, Cappy was fully convinced, from optical evidence, that J. Augustus Redell was a gambler. He admired Redell's genius for business, the soundness of his decisions, the alertness of his mind and the brilliance of his financial coups, but he deprecated the younger man's daring. Cappy called it recklessness.
Call up Heyfuss and declare that ore cargo off; after you've done that I'll tell you where you can get something better. Moreover, you can close the deal yourself and save the brokerage." Cappy Ricks called up J. O. Heyfuss and in a few terse sentences told that individual where to head in. "Now, then " he began, facing round on Redell once more. Again Redell's index finger tapped Cappy's knee.
Cappy Ricks threw out an arm and pressed his hand against Redell's mouth. "Sh-h-h!" he warned. "Sh-h-h! Hush!" With the agility of a man half his age Cappy ran to the door, bolted it on the inside and returned to his desk. He was rubbing his hands and his eyes were aglow with interest. "What are you sh-h-h-ing about?" Redell demanded. "Matt Peasley and that cowardly Skinner.
J. Augustus Redell put on his hat, took from a pigeonhole in his desk the last trial balance of the West Coast Trading Company's books and departed for a conference with his banker. Half an hour later he returned, and the expectant Luiz promptly noted a cloud on Mr. Redell's sunny countenance. "I can't arrange for a loan," he reported disgustedly.
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