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Leopold did not see why the writer should think so; but then he had not read the preceding pages of the diary, which Harvey Barth had written just before the passenger came to the galley to light his pipe. The narrative, after a digression of half a page of reflections upon the unhappy fate of Wallbridge, continued:
The assault on Crown Diamond had caused a nervous feeling all along the line, and under rumors of a bear raid there had been a drop of several points. Omega felt the results of the nervousness and depression, and opened at seventy-five. There was a moment's buzz the quiet of a crowd expectant of great events. Then Wallbridge charged into the throng with a roar.
"I don't know." "You haven't been introduced to him?" "No." "What do you know about him?" "Nothing." "Then how did you know he had a good-looking son, familiar with the poets?" "I don't." "That was what you said." "I only supposed a case. So far as we know now, no one was acquainted with Mr. Wallbridge. No one knows anything at all about him." "All right, then. All we have to do is to divy."
But far the greater number faced outward, at gaze upon the cavalry guard, and, silently munching thick flat cakes of corn-bread, stared into the faces of the horsemen. Harry Wallbridge, brought to the halt, faced half-round in the saddle, and looked with quick beatings of pity far and wide over the disorderly crowd of weather-worn men. "It's a Louisiana brigade," said Bader.
"The beach under High Rock is half a mile long, and it would be a winter's job to dig it all over. But who hid the money there?" "A man who was wrecked in the brig." "Was it Harvey Barth?" "No; the man was a passenger and called himself Wallbridge; but Harvey thought this was not his real name." "That was the name of the passenger as it was printed in the newspaper."
Wallbridge said he was afraid the bag might cost him his life, if he held on to it, and I suppose he thought he might have to swim, and the weight of the gold would sink him. "I have figured up the weight of twelve hundred dollars in gold, and I found it would be almost five pounds and a half Troy, or nearly four and a half Avoirdupois.
The tide was still rising, increased and hastened by the furious hurricane which drove the waters in this direction. The beach was more dangerous than when he had crossed it before, but the steward, in spite of his weakness, reached the spot where the passenger had buried his gold. Neither the mate nor Wallbridge was there; and the whale-boat had also disappeared.
He turned back to the narrative of the loss of the Waldo. It was very minute in its details, and contained much "fine writing," such as the editor of the newspaper had struck out in the manuscript for publication. Leopold had read the account in the newspaper, and he skipped what he had seen in print, till the name of "Wallbridge" attracted his attention.
Aided by the frequent flashes of lightning, the mate and Wallbridge cut away the braces and other rigging which encumbered the waist, and impeded the launching of the whale-boat. In a few moments it was all clear. Harvey Barth, aware of his own weakness, had already seated himself in the boat, which was ready, and almost floated on the deck when the heavy seas rolled over it.
At Doddridge Knapp's suggestion I arranged to do my business through three brokers, and added Lattimer and Hobart to Wallbridge, and Bockstein and Eppner. Bockstein greeted me affably: "Velgome to de marget vonce more, Mr. , Mr. "Wilton," said Eppner, assisting his partner in his high, dry voice, with cold civility.
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