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Not even at Captain Hardy's pronouncement of her name had he yielded a sign. And yet "Miss Nancy McDonald?" Bat's tone had lost its usual roughness. His mind had leapt back over many years to a time when he had been concerned for that name in a way that had stirred him to great warmth. He smiled. It was a baffling, somewhat derisive smile. "You're the lady representing the Skandinavia?" he added.
"You see," he went on, "I've got a right to say that all the same. It's not the the challenge of a what'll I say competitor? I once had the honour of drawing a few bucks a month on the paysheets of the Skandinavia.
He'll get all I can hand him just the way I know best how to hand it. And the tougher I can make it the better it'll please me. See? Now you just run right along and see to those things that are going to make you big in the Skandinavia, and don't give a thought for the feller who's handed me stuff I don't stand for in any man.
And it left her so troubled, that, had she not been passing down the carpeted corridor of the Skandinavia offices, she would have burst into a flood of tears. It was a different Elas Peterman who confronted the squat figure of Nathaniel Hellbeam. The master in the younger man was completely submerged.
She remembered this man was as ready to fight as to laugh. Somehow she scented the battle in him now, for all the ease in his manner. "I told him it couldn't. I pointed out if there was any buying to be done I figgered to do it." "You mean you would buy up the Skandinavia?" Bull's smile deepened. The girl's incredulity amused him. He understood.
He says, 'treat her very, very gently you see, she's a woman. That's Father Adam right thro' sure. But well it's a pity he don't say more." Bat nodded. "You'll go along down an' meet her?" "No." Bull shook his head decidedly. "You will." Bat's eyes twinkled with a better humour than they had hitherto displayed. "Why me?" "She comes from the Skandinavia.
I know. Sachigo will be the biggest thing of its kind in the world next year, and there won't be any room for the Skandinavia. That's a reason I hate for you to go back to Peterman one reason." "But I'm not going back," Nancy cried vehemently. Bull stared wide-eyed. "You're not going back?" he echoed stupidly. Then of a sudden he held out his hand. "Say, pass that message right over.
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.
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?"
No, it was the girl herself who claimed him. He understood the sheer design of the Skandinavia in sending so perfect a creature to him. That was easy. It only helped to prove their desire their urgent desire to free themselves from the threat of his competition. But he wondered at their selection.
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