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The foes faced each other, watchful as two wrestlers looking to seize an opening, and the Board-room held its breath. Then the crowd of brokers closed in again and the clamor rose once more. I could not make out the progress of the contest, but the trained ear of Wallbridge interpreted the explosions of inarticulate sound. "Phew! listen to that! Two thousand, twenty-one hundred, twenty-one fifty.
The tide was still rising, and the beach afforded but partial shelter from the fury of the billows. "This is no place for us," said Wallbridge, gloomily. "I don't think it is," drawled Harvey. "We can't stand it here a great while." "But I will make sure of one thing," added the late passenger of the Waldo. "I have twelve hundred dollars in gold in my hand, and it may be the means of drowning me."
But there was no movement in Omega, and I could hear no hint of another deal that might show a trace of his dexterous hand. "Quiet trading," was the report from all quarters. "Fact is," said Wallbridge on the fourth day, trying to look doleful, "I haven't made enough this week to pay for the gas and I don't burn any." In the interval I improved my time by getting better acquainted with the city.
Decker, hatless, with hair disheveled, had leaped the rail and was hurrying into the throng that surrounded Doddridge Knapp. "There was never two of 'em on the floor before," cried Wallbridge. At Decker's appearance the brokers opened a lane to him, the cries fell, and there was an instant of silence, as the kings of the market thus came face to face. I shall never forget the sight.
At last Wallbridge staggered up to the rail, flushed, collarless and panting for breath, with his hat a hopeless wreck. "We've done it!" he gasped in my ear. "The dogs of war are making the fur fly down here, you bet! Don't you wish you was in it?" "No, I don't!" I shouted decidedly. "How does it go?"
But even then he did not feel like going to High Rock and taking the money for his own or his father's use. He could not get rid of the idea that the money belonged to somebody. If Wallbridge had saved this money from the earnings of two years in Cuba, it certainly ought to go to his heirs, now that he was dead.
"Harvey Barth could not have known anything about Joel Wormbury," added Leopold; "and he wrote his diary, it appears on the very day the Waldo was lost." "There can be no doubt that Wallbridge and Joel Wormbury were one and the same person," said Mr. Hamilton.
"How did you " Then he paused and his voice dropped to its ordinary tone. "I reckon you're right. What gave you the idea?" I frankly detailed my conversation with Wallbridge. As I went on, I fancied that the bushy brows drew down and a little anxiety showed beneath them. I had hardly finished my account when there was a knock at the door, and the servant appeared. "Mrs.
"Wallbridge said he would bury the money in the sand, under a projecting rock in the cliff, so that he could come and get it when he wanted it. Just then a flash of lightning came, and I looked up at the cliff under which he stood. I saw the projecting rock, and it looked to me, in the blaze of the lightning, just like a coffin, from where I stood.
If he had walked up and down the beach, he would have seen Wallbridge and the mate when they went off in the whale-boat to return to the wreck. This shows plainly enough that he only walked one way before he came to the Hole.
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