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Updated: June 21, 2025
She stood clutching at the window casing, in a desperate effort to steady herself. She knew. Oh, yes, it could be no other. It must be Bull Sternford they were bringing up. Bull Sternford the man who The agents of the Skandinavia had done him to death! The agents of the Skandinavia! Bat Harker was standing at the window of the office on the hill.
He's here in Quebec?" It was Nancy's great moment. "Yes," she said, with a restraint that failed to disguise her feelings. "He's come down to discuss a business arrangement between the Skandinavia and his enterprise. That's what you wanted isn't it?" The man leant forward in his chair. He set his elbows on the desk and supported his chin in both hands.
"But these Labrador folk?" she demanded. "Is that stuff just hearsay?" The man shook his head. He was feeling easier. "It's God's truth, mam." He spat out a stream of tobacco juice. "I know them forests. Say," his eyes had lost their smile, "I don't guess I figger to know the business side of things, I don't calculate to know if the folks on Labrador work with, or against the Skandinavia.
Suddenly she raised one delicate hand and passed her finger tips across her forehead. It was a gesture of uncertainty. Then, quite suddenly, it fell back into her lap, and, in a moment, her hands were tightly clasped. "Oh, I best tell you at once. Never, never, never as long as I live can I go back to the Skandinavia.
The olive branch had been held out by the Skandinavia. But he had deliberately refused it. No. He had made himself their enemy. Then surely there could be no complaint at the disaster that would overtake him. He was clearly to blame. So why let the contemplation of it distract her? She strove a hundred times to dismiss the whole thing from her mind. She courted sleep in every conceivable way.
Then he turned to the window while Bull silently consulted the white ash of his cigar. "You're projecting a big thing in pulp," the Swede said a moment later. "You figger to split the Canadian pulp trade into two opposing camps. The Skandinavia and the Labrador enterprises. It means one great, big prolonged battle in which one or the other is to be beaten.
With our forests ablaze, and our cut fifty down, and the whole outfit on the buck, when spring comes, Skandinavia reckons our British financiers, when they come along to look our land over will turn the whole proposition of the flotation down, and quit us cold. But that's not just all. No, sir. Elas Peterman isn't the boy to leave it that way.
Then who sets this Bull Sternford in the mill? Why? He says, 'This man can do the things I need. Well? Say quick to your man, 'Do not leave this camp of Skandinavia. Martin is there, or near by. He must know this Father Adam, too. He must be in touch with him. Maybe he watches the Skandinavia work. Maybe he plays his game so. Maybe he goes from Sachigo for that reason. Yes?"
If I'm a judge there's one hell of a scrap comin, and if we're beat it looks like leaving Sachigo a thing forgotten." Bull stood up. He laughed without the least mirth. "It's the Skandinavia," he said decidedly. "War's begun. I'm going right down to that meeting." Bat leapt to his feet. "No," he said. "This is for Skert an' me " "Is it?" Bull brushed his protest aside almost fiercely.
"I'd say it's a wise general who looks to his retreat before the encounter. I'd sort of half forgotten you come from the Skandinavia." "But I hadn't." "No." They both laughed. Nancy leant back in her chair. Her pose was all unconscious. She had toiled hard to keep pace with the sturdy gait of Bat in the ascent from the quay. Now she was glad of the ease the chair afforded. "Why did you say that?"
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