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This steamer is a German, and the proposition is to get her under the American flag so firmly that she'll stay there; then, I suppose, we're to charter her to the British Government, or one of Britain's allies Russia, for instance." J. Augustus Redell and the British Consul exchanged admiring winks. "What did I tell you, Mister Consul?" Redell declared triumphantly. "Mr.
"Confound you!" rasped Cappy Ricks. "You're so headstrong, you'll jam things up yet if you don't listen to me." "But you'll have to send somebody Redell doesn't know." "That doesn't matter at all. Now, son, will you listen to me? I'll attend to the money and I'll also frame this entire deal. Is Miss Keenan in the office you know Skinner's stenographer?" "Yes, sir."
After the fashion of the West they shook hands on it and went to luncheon at the Commercial Club. Directly luncheon was over and Cappy Ricks had returned to his office, J. Augustus Redell moved into action. He called on Messrs.
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.
Live Wire Luiz he ignored and always dismissed as a factor in the affairs of that company, but whenever Redell had a deal on that was too heavy for his financial sinews, Cappy could always be depended upon to lend a helping hand. On his part, Redell revered Cappy Ricks as only an idealistic and naturally lovable rascal of a boy can revere an idealistic and lovable old man.
This is one time it rained duck soup and I was there with a bucket." He prodded Mr. Redell playfully in the short ribs and the incident was closed. They had made a profit of more than twenty thousand dollars each; and when each returned to his office he forgot all about December wheat until half past five that evening, when both met on the deserted floor of the exchange to scan the blackboard.
It had been a cruel blow and Cappy's weakness had been exposed without mercy to the members of the Bilgewater Club by Mr. Redell, who thereafter kept both eyes wide open, knowing that sooner or later Cappy would retaliate. Retaliation was, of course, inevitable. Cappy realized this.
December wheat had closed that day at $1.83! Two days later J. Augustus Redell called Cappy Ricks on the telephone. "That you, Cappy?" "Yep!" "Redell speaking. Read the story on the front page of the Chronicle this morning?" "No; what was it?"
Matt Peasley licked his lips and glanced round rather helplessly. He knew he had about reached the limit of his bidding, but he suspected that Mann had reached his also. "And ten thousand!" he shouted desperately. "Cheap stuff! Cheap stuff!" the crowd jeered good-naturedly. Cappy Ricks nudged J. Augustus Redell as Mann waved his hand in token of surrender.
This, of course, clears you, and the blame for the graft is placed where it belongs on the shoulders of the North and South American Steamship Company, which has deliberately stung the de facto government!" "Cappy," said J. Augustus Redell admiringly, "you're immense!" "I accept the nomination.
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