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"Why I'm glad to know you, Mr. Sternford," he exclaimed. Then a quick, enquiring upward glance of his shrewd eyes suggested recollection. "But say you ain't Sternford of Labrador? The groundwood outfit up at up at " "Sachigo?" "That's it, sure. Guess I'd lost the name a moment." Bull nodded amusedly. "Yes. That's where I hail from. And, as you say, there's big stuff up there, too." "Big?
He smiled into the other's face, and his meaning was obvious. "You go to this camp. You find this missionary. That's work for you. The other " his eyes dropped to the papers on the desk before him "this mill, this Sachigo is for me. It is much nearer to the sea than the Skandinavia. Oh, yes." The girl reached out a hand in response to the ring of the telephone.
His heavy cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glittered curiously. "You're a judge, Elas, my boy," he exclaimed, with clumsy geniality. "Oh, yes. But you are a young man. There is power in that young woman's eyes." He laughed again. "Oh, no, I think of the young woman. It not her capability is. See you look to your place in Skandinavia. Let her go. She may not buy this Sachigo as I think to buy it.
The missionary had thrust his hand in a pocket. Now he produced a large, sealed envelope. Bull's eyes watched the movement, but bewilderment was still apparent in them. Suddenly he raised a bandaged hand, and smoothed back his hair. Father Adam held out the sealed letter. It was addressed to "Bat Harker," at Sachigo Mill. "Here," he said quietly.
A world of fierce bitterness lay in the final words, and the man listening realised the enormity of the offence, as this man saw it. But he was left puzzled. "But you would have bought this Sachigo?" he said, said. Hellbeam's eyes were again turned to the window. "Oh, yes," he said. "I would have bought. It would bring me to meet this man. It is that I ask. That only.
Sachigo was not only a mill. It was a city. This was the sum of Nancy's astonishing discovery. And the picture of it held her fascinated. She commented little, she had questioned little of the old skipper at her elbow. The thing she saw was too overwhelming. Besides, reticence was impressed upon her by the nature of her visit. "It's a mighty elegant place," the seaman said at last.
But from all I know of Sachigo, if you perhaps the king of financiers on this continent went to these folk and offered them double what their enterprise is worth, I guess they'd chase you out of Labrador so quick you wouldn't have time to think the blasphemy suitable to the occasion." Peterman's explanation caught the humour of his countryman.
But it's been by three or four seasons. Not one. The time's coming, if it hasn't already come, when we've got to fight these folks and smash 'em; or get right out of business." Something of the girl's joy had passed in face of the man's statement. "There's been talk of these Sachigo folk in the trade," she said thoughtfully, "but I didn't know it was as big as you say. Of course "
His patient kindliness and sympathy, and yet with the will and force behind it which could fling the muzzle of a gun into a man's face and force obedience. He had sent him. Why? Because oh, it was all absurd, unreal. And yet here he was on the steamer; and there ahead lay the wonders of Sachigo. Well, time would prove the craziness of it all. "Makes you wonder, eh?"
Then you will act. You will communicate forthwith. See? You listen. I buy this Sachigo, yes. The price matters nothing. There is a reason. This fight. It is not that. Who is the head? I would know. I fancy this man to meet. He is what you call bright. So." Elas shook his head "There are two men in it we recognise. A man named Harker and another called Sternford Bull Sternford.
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