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It's not a pleasant situation, but I can't say how far we may be disposed to let you off it until I've had a talk with Mr. Weston. After that, I'll send for you." There was nothing more to be said; and when the two men went out, Stirling turned to Wannop. "If you can get a wire through to Mr. Weston, tell him to come back at once." "I'll have it done," said Wannop.
"Then we have to provide a stamp-mill, turbines, flumes and dam; and, though Mr. Weston suggests a wood-burning engine to supply the crushing power, the saving effected would be no great matter. The point is that we now discover that the cost of these things will in one way or another be nearly double what we stated in our prospectus." "That," said Wannop, dryly, "isn't altogether unusual."
"They'll club the Grenfell Consols down quite flat." "Until settling day. Then, when the other people have to deliver, they can't get the stock. We'll shove the prices up on them to anything we like." Wannop gazed at him in exultation, but presently he asked a disconnected question. "Why are you doing all this?" "For money, for one thing," said Stirling, with a little flush in his face.
"In fact, this is a pleasure that I've been expecting for the last few days." "What standing has Mr. Stirling in this matter?" the stranger asked. "I hold most of the Grenfell stock that's likely to be salable," said Stirling, dryly. "You can't pick up much on the market, which is presumably why you have come to Wannop. Seems to me you have been selling rather heavily."
Will you do me the favor to glance at that certificate?" Wannop handed it to the nearest man, and the latter's face fell. "Now," said Stirling, "at the moment, you're the only people anxious to buy; but I've only to send that certificate and a nicely worked-up account of the rich new find around to the press, and everybody with a dollar to spare will be wanting Grenfell stock.
Weston, who agreed with this, expressed his thanks and then asked a question. "Wannop mentioned one lot of six hundred shares. Where did you get those?" "They were thrown on the market by an English holder. I believe you gave some stock to friends over there?" "I did. On condition that they didn't sell without consulting me." "Then it seems that somebody must have gone back on you."
"Some men would consider that was playing the other people's game," commented Wannop, with a chuckle. "It would be, in the meanwhile," said Stirling. "Well, you won't let your sales if you make any get out of hand. You'll have to put on one or two smart men, and cover or sell at a lower price through different ones when it appears advisable.
It did not take Wannop long to explain the situation; and when he judiciously left Weston and Stirling alone together, the latter smiled at his companion.
She had enjoyed all that the great cities had to offer, but as she listened to him she sighed for the silence of the pine-scented bush. At last he rose with a deprecatory smile. "I'm afraid I've rather abused your patience," he said; "and I have to call on Wannop about the mine." "You have told me nothing about it," said Ida. "How is it getting on?" A shadow crept into Weston's face.
He wrote a few lines to Wannop and started for the bush with the next day's train. It was dark when he reached the camp, after an arduous journey, and found Devine and Saunders sitting beside the fire.
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