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"The same condition, of course, holds true with regard to her hull, only more so," Redell continued. "The paint will protect the hull perfectly. Of course if, after getting her up, she is permitted to lie exposed to the air, the soft film of rust will promptly harden and scale off and she'll go to glory in a few months.
The door of Cappy's office opened and again the youth stood in the entrance. "Mr. Redell is calling; there's a gentleman with him," he announced. "Tell 'em I'm busier'n a cranberry merchant," Cappy snarled. "And unless you're figuring on hunting a new job, my son, don't you come in here again today." The youth retired.
He was not prepared to combat this argument, for he had a sneaking impression Redell was right. However, he returned undaunted to the attack. "She's shot full of holes," he declared. "She has one hole through her, and when she's loaded light that hole is above water line.
J. Augustus Redell gave them all the time he could. His forty-eight-hour options on the vessels then en route to Australia had cost him nothing; that was a courtesy which one shipowner always extends to another, free of charge, unless the vessel happens to be on demurrage at the time the option is given. When his options were within two hours of expiring he called on Ford & Carter.
"All right, son," Cappy answered; "but get that infernal cry-baby, Skinner, out of my office. He's breaking my heart." If J. Augustus Redell had been content to sue for peace following his deal with Cappy in Australian wheat, all would have been well for that young man. Alas! As we have already stated, he was young and there is an old saying to the effect that youth must be served.
And the market is " "December wheat closed in the Chicago Pit yesterday at $1.89 1/2, and the market has been very stiff for quite a while. The bulls are right on the job." "Will not the advent of all this Australian wheat depress the market?" Cappy shrilled excitedly. "Not unless the bears happen to find it out, Cappy," Redell retorted gently.
Then he locked himself in, swung his legs to the top of his desk, slid low in his chair until he rested on his spine, bowed his head on his breast and closed his eyes. The battle was on. One hour later J. Augustus Redell entered breathlessly in response to a telephonic invitation from Cappy.
Redell hitched his chair close to Cappy and with his index finger tapped the old gentleman three times on the right knee-three impressive taps. "Alden P. Ricks," he began with equal impressiveness, "I have a scheme " Cappy chuckled and slapped his thin old thigh. "I knew it! By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet!
However, he knew from experience that Cappy Ricks never discharged anybody save for insubordination or rank incompetence; hence, he did not hesitate to disobey the old gentleman's edict. "Mr. Redell says his business is very important," he announced, presenting himself once more at the door. "All right! No rest for the weary. Show them in."
"You and Ford are brothers in good standing, I take it. However, if they insist on doing business through me, in order that they may hold me responsible, I'll simply recharter to you at the same rate." "Lovely!" cried Messrs. Ford & Carter in unison. Ten minutes later J. Augustus Redell burst into Cappy Ricks' sanctum and wakened the old gentleman from his afternoon siesta.
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