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"Time to cover my shorts." And he trotted away to a telephone booth. As for Redell, he would not intrust his fortune to a telephonic order, but sprang into 'his runabout, parked at the curb outside the Exchange, and scorched uptown to Gregg & Co.'s offices, where he learned that he had sold four hundred and ten thousand bushels of December wheat.
J. Augustus Redell, of the West Coast Trading Company, discovered the unprotected condition of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company and promptly, in sheer wanton deviltry, proceeded to sew Cappy Ricks up on an order for a million grape stakes. A word here regarding the said J. Augustus Redell.
In accordance with an order of the United States District Court I am about to sell, at public auction, to the highest bidder, the Mexican Steamship General Carranza, ex-German Steamship Bavarian, to satisfy the following judgments: Mr. J. Augustus Redell " "Cut it out!" roared Matt Peasley. "We've all read the list of creditors, and you're only gumming up the game. Come down to business Jim."
J. Augustus Redell, like Oliver Twist, desired more. His triumph over Cappy in the wheat deal merely whetted his desire for more of the Ricks blood, and in the end the ingenious rascal evolved a plan for making Cappy the laughing stock of the Bilgewater Club for a month of Sundays. Cappy Ricks entered his office at the unheard-of hour of eight- thirty.
"Good boy, Peasley! Sure! Cut it out, Jim! Get busy!" A dozen voices seconded Captain Matt Peasley's motion and Jim Searles rapped for order. "How much am I offered?" he cried. "One million dollars!" roared Matt Peasley. On the fringe of the eager crowd Cappy Ricks leaned up against his friend Redell and commenced to laugh. "The young scoundrel!" he chortled.
"And what do you suppose Al did? You'll laugh. He called up Crowley her out on Hanlon's Marine Way, putting a new bottom in her. They're going to spend twenty thousand dollars on her; and when she's ready for sea Redell has a cargo of fir for Sydney waiting for her. "She'll come back with coal and make her owners at least fifty thousand dollars."
The news breaks into the papers, and next day every creditor of the ship files a libel on her, also, to protect his claim. Gus, she'll have so many plasters on her she'll look like a German coming home from the war." J. Augustus Redell leaped from his chair and picked little Cappy Ricks up in his arms and hugged him. "Oh, Cappy! Cappy!" he yelled.
Suppose you and the Consul go away and give me time to concentrate my thoughts on this problem. It's a holy terror; but Well, I've seen dogs almost as sick as this one cured." "God bless you!" Mr. Redell murmured fervently. "Consul, let us depart and leave Mr. Ricks to himself. Call me up, Cappy, when you see a ray of light. Two heads are better than one, you know."
About the same hour J. Augustus Redell might have been seen at the press table on 'Change, unfolding a similar story to the market reporter of the Examiner, who thought it was a humdinger of a story, and so declared. "All right. Glad you think so," Mr. Redell replied, beaming upon him. "And just to show you I'm right, I'll not breathe a word of it to the Chronicle man."
A man doesn't go through the mill of Big Business without knowing the way of that singularly useful individual, the newspaper man." Redell sat down and laughed until the tears ran down his merry countenance. Cappy thought the outlook sufficiently cheerful to warrant that laugh, and suspected nothing. He even joined in the laugh.
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