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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You'll be just as well in Montreal to-morrow as you are here to-day, and you'd be twice as clever," said John Grier. His eyes seemed to pierce those of the younger man. "I like you," he continued, suddenly catching Tarboe's arm. "You're all right, and you wouldn't run straight simply because it was the straight thing to do." Tarboe threw back his head and laughed and nodded.
What is better than that John Grier's business should be in Tarboe's hands or in yours? Remember, John Grier might have left it all to your mother, and, if he had, you'd have taken it, if she had left it to you. You'd have taken it even if you meant to give it away afterwards. There are hospitals to build. There are good and costly things to do for the State."
"If I was fighting Belloc, and he used a weapon to flay me from behind, I'd never turn my back on him!" A grim smile came into Tarboe's face. His jaw set almost viciously, his eyes hardened. "You people don't play your game very well, Mr. Grier. I've seen a lot that wants changing." "Why don't you change it, then?" Tarboe laughed.
He was certain also that he heard loud laughter. No doubt he was right; for as the tug hurried on, Tarboe ran to Joan, hugged her like a bear, and roared till he ached. Then she paid out the sheet, they clapped on all sail, and travelled in the track of the enemy. Tarboe's spirit was roused.
After a short time of hesitation and doubt, Carnac said firmly: "I'll stand by the will, if you'll be my partner and manager, Tarboe. If you'll take half the business and manage the whole of it, I'll sell the half for a dollar to you, and we can run together to the end." Tarboe's face lighted; there was triumph in his eyes.
"He has as good a chance as you, m'sieu'. Here's a list of doubtful ones, and you'll see they're of consequence." "They are indeed," said Barouche, scanning the list. "I'd no idea these would be doubtful." "Luke Tarboe's working like the devil for Carnac. People believe in him. Half the men on that list were affected by Tarboe's turning over. Tarboe is a master-man; he has fought like hell."
After a short time of hesitation and doubt, Carnac said firmly: "I'll stand by the will, if you'll be my partner and manager, Tarboe. If you'll take half the business and manage the whole of it, I'll sell the half for a dollar to you, and we can run together to the end." Tarboe's face lighted; there was triumph in his eyes.
The timber-man waved the statue aside, and looked at the youth with critical eyes. "I've just been making up the accounts for the year," he said. "It's been the best year I've had in seven. I've taken the starch out of Belloc and Fabian. I've broken the back of their opposition I've got it like a twig in iron teeth." "Yes, Tarboe's been some use, hasn't he?" was the suggestive response.
He had captured John Grier as quickly and as securely as a night fisherman spears a sturgeon in the flare at the bow of the boat. Tarboe's ability was as marked as John Grier's mad policy. It was strange that Tarboe should have bewildered and bamboozled if that word could be used the old millowner. It was as curious and thrilling as John Grier's fanaticism.
We're going to give him to the fishes. They're putting him in his linen now." Tarboe's face hardened. Disaster did not dismay him, it either made him ugly or humourous, and one phase was as dangerous as the other. "D'ye mean to say," he groaned, "that the game is up? Is it all finished? Sweat o' my soul, my skin crawls like hot glass! Is it the end, eh? The beast, to die!" Gobal's eyes glistened.
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