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Updated: June 10, 2025
To-morrow will be too late. Choose now!" But Dean had thrust open the swinging doors and had disappeared into the night. At his hotel the porter handed him a telegram just arrived. It was from Lars Larssen an order to proceed to New York and wait the shipowner's arrival there. It had been despatched by wireless from on board the s.s. "Aurelia."
"He sure is a crazy one," said Yates. "If I was the boss, I'd shoot him." "I'll report about him as soon as I get back," answered Todd. "Say, you had a nerve to take hold of this lasso," he went on to Phil. "Dave told me to do it," was the answer of the shipowner's son. "It was easy enough when I was on horseback. I shouldn't have done it if I had been on foot."
If he were three days on the high seas between France and Norway, Larssen would have gained the control of Britain's wheat-supply. And Matheson had no knowledge of the daring game that his adversary was venturing. Not even a suspicion of it. In his pocket was the shipowner's agreement to extend their truce to May 20th. His mind was at rest regarding the Hudson Bay Scheme.
By the time the top had been put up and fastened it was raining steadily. Also, the wind was beginning to blow, showing that the downpour was liable to become worse. "Fasten the side curtains, Phil; I'll help with the chains!" sang out Dave, and while the shipowner's son and Bert fastened the curtains, so as to keep out the driving rain, our hero aided Roger.
Phil turned in the direction, and as he did so, Link Merwell doubled up his fist and raised it in the air for an instant. "Merwell, sure as you're born," said the shipowner's son. "And full of fight!" "Oh, Dave, you mustn't quarrel here!" whispered Laura, who sat on the other side of Roger. "We'll not quarrel here," answered her brother. "But I am glad I saw him," he added to his chums.
He did not tell her of what he had seen through the lighted window of Thornton Chase, but passed on to the interview at Larssen's office. She shuddered as he spoke of the shipowner's brutal insinuations, and burst out: "It was blackmail." "Yes, but legalized blackmail." "You never gave in to him on that ground?" "Listen further."
"We've got an hour to wait before that train comes along for Butte," said Roger, consulting his watch. "How far is Butte?" went on the shipowner's son. "About a hundred miles, as the crow flies," answered Dave. "But I guess it is longer by the railroad, and we'll have some climbing to do to get into the Rockies."
"But I fancy you pressed him a little too hard at the start." "He is just as good, an' so is the hoss Phil is ridin'," came from Sid Todd. "It was the ridin' did it. Dave managed his mount just right." And this open praise made the youth from Crumville blush. "Just wait till Jessie hears how he won," said the shipowner's son. "She'll weave a laurel crown for his brow and "
"I don't know what he'll do," was the slow answer. "Oh, maybe he won't do anything after he calms down," said the shipowner's son. "He'll realize that Dave wouldn't do anything like that on purpose." "You don't know Mr. Poole," said Jessie. "Father says he is one of the most hard-hearted men around here." "Well, let us hope for the best," said the senator's son.
He had been beaten down to his knees by Larssen and Olive in the shipowner's office because he had had Elaine to protect. To save her from the mire of the divorce court he had had to give in and sign at Larssen's dictation. Now she was determined to release him for free action.
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