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But there," she went on. "It doesn't really matter, does it? Anyway I want to tell you right away of the craze the sight of your splendid Sachigo has started buzzing in my head. Say, Mr. Sternford, it beats anything I ever dreamed, and I want to say that there's no one in the Skandinavia, from Mr. Peterman downwards, has the littlest notion of it. It's not a mill.
"Business arrangement?" Peterman sat up. The laugh accompanying his words was full of amiable derision. He shook his head. "If he won't sell he's got to be smashed. That's the only business arrangement that suits us. We're far too big for compromise. No, my dear. He won't sell. He asked to buy us. He this darn fool man from Sachigo.
Maybe he was rattled and didn't figger the things he said. He was astin' fer word up from the mills. I didn't worry to think, and just said I hadn't got. I ast 'why'? The boy took a quick look round, kind o' scared. He said, 'jest nothin'. He reckoned he'd a dame somewhere around Sachigo. She'd wrote him things wer' kind of bad with the mills. They were beat fer dollars, and looked like a crash.
There was nothing more to have. And then I learned to hate." The narrowed eyes came back to the face of the man beside the desk. There was a sharp intake of breath. "This mill, this Sachigo, was built out of my money. And the man who built it was the man who robbed me while I slept."
Bat Harker. Maybe you don't guess I look it. Don't worry. Just pass it over." Bull groped in an inner pocket, surprise affording him some amusement. His interest in Sachigo had abruptly focussed itself on this man. "I'm kind of sorry," he said. "I surely took you for some sort of porter." Bat laughed outright, and glanced down at his work-stained clothing. "Wal, that ain't new," he said.
Far out a mile two miles an answering fire was breaking the black curtain that hid all things beyond them. Jeanne lifted her face to him. Grief and love, pain and joy, shone in her eyes. "They are there!" she said, chokingly. "It is Sachigo, and they are coming coming coming " Once again before they began the descent of the mountain Philip drew her close in his arms, and kissed her.
Father Adam smiled, and stooped over the fire to push the attenuated sticks of it together. "May I ask why you're going to Sachigo?" he asked, without looking up. Just for a moment Nancy hesitated. Then she laughed happily. "I don't see why you shouldn't," she cried. "There's no secret. Skandinavia intends to buy him, or crush him." The man sat up. "And you a girl are the emissary?"
He's handing out the story that when Sachigo smashes the Skandinavia's going to jump right in and collect the wreckage cheap. Then they'll start up the mill, and sign on all hands on their own pay-roll, only stipulating that they won't pay one single cent of what Sachigo owes for their cut. So, if they're such almighty fools as to cut, it's going to be their dead loss and the Skandinavia's gain.
Well, don't quit his trail. Get him. Get him alive." "Oh, I shall get him. Your urging ain't needed. I'll get him as you say alive. And he knows it." Idepski's cold eyes hardened with a frigid hatred as he spoke. He had only been paid for the work hitherto. Now he was implacable. "But it's Sachigo I mean to watch," he went on, after a brief pause. "I mean to play in that direction.
In a moment the lumberman remembered a scene which had been enacted years ago on the high ground on the north shore of the Cove. He would never forget it. It had been the final decision of another to quit Sachigo. And the reason had been not dissimilar. There was no reply. Bull sat staring blankly in front of him.
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