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You've already done that yourself! You're going to Papeete to try to bid in the Valkyrie, and she's junk!" "Partly." Redell admitted. "She's been under water about two years and I suppose the teredo have digested her upper works by now; but they can be rebuilt quickly and without a great deal of expense." "How about her boilers? You'll have to retube them." "I don't think so.
I had the boat bought for a million seven hundred and sixty thousand! For heaven's sake, why didn't you tell me you wanted her? And I would have laid off. For the love of heaven, why did you go bidding against me?" "Why didn't you tell me you wanted her, you big simp?" Cappy retorted. "You never said a word to me; and naturally Redell thought you were acting for somebody else.
To J. Augustus Redell little, old, naive, whimsical, gentle, terrible, brilliant, cunning, generous, altruistic, prudent, youthful old Cappy Ricks was a joy forever. With the impishness of his tender years, Mr. Redell could conceive of no greater joy than picking on Cappy Ricks just to see the latter fight back.
Just inside the door they paused and looked at each other. "Whe-e-e-ew!" murmured Cappy Ricks. "All the shipping men in the world are here to bid on our property, Gus." Mr. Redell whistled softly. "This," he said, "will be some auction!" Cappy chuckled.
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.
Early in 1915 Redell had seen an opportunity for inducing Cappy Ricks to speculate in grape stakes to his financial hurt and humiliation. There was to be an election that fall a special election to see whether California should "go dry" or "stay wet," and for some reason not quite apparent to Mr. Redell, a great many people believed the state would "go dry."
Of course I admit that once on a time an opportunity couldn't fly by you so fast you wouldn't get some of the tail feathers; but that was a long time ago." He paused and glanced at his partner. Sorrowfully Live Wire Luiz tapped his forehead with his brown, cigarette-stained forefinger. "Senile decay!" Redell murmured. "Sure; I bet you, Mike!" Live Wire Luiz answered.
The Moana's supposed to sail at one o'clock, but the Eastern mail is late she won't get away from the dock until about one-thirty; but when she does " "When she does we'll have a man aboard her to beat Redell to the German steamer," Matt Peasley interrupted. "I've got the message. Where are you, father-in-law?" "At the Merchants' Exchange." "You attend to the funds and I'll do the rest."
I'll make Skinner sell you the lumber at the regular base price at the mill, plus insurance and freight to point of discharge. And I won't stick you too deep on the freight, even in wartime." "There's something wrong with you this morning, Cappy," Redell declared, highly mystified. "You're too obliging. However, I'm not to be outgamed.
For his part in producing this profit Mr. Redell desired a commission of five per cent on all sales of wheat imported in the bottoms he had under option and which he stood ready to turn over to Ford & Carter without profit, since the owners of the vessels would pay him the customary broker's commission on the freight money earned on the voyage.
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