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She say 'De De Develop stock. That's it. Yes, Develop stock. She sayee you sell Raish Develop stock. She sayee she wantee you to. You do right then." The foghorn howled once more. Captain Jethro was standing erect beside his chair. When, at last, he did speak, his tone was still more tense and threatening.
"Oh, good gracious! Did you say 'Josh? Oh, dear, that explains it; I thought you said 'George. My friend's name is George Hall. He is an entomologist at the New York Museum of Natural History. "Say," broke in Raish, again, "is he a tall, bald-headed man with whiskers; red whiskers?" "Yes yes, he is." "Humph! Goes gallopin' round the fields chasin' bugs and grasshoppers like a young one?"
But now, with all this stir and talk, there was distinct danger that not only he but others might hear of them. Galusha Bangs and Raish Pulcifer had, just now, one trait in common, both detested the publicity given their dealings in the securities of the Wellmouth Development Company. But, in spite of this detestation, Horatio still seemed anxious to deal in those securities.
By the time Galusha returned from his walk he was in what might be described as a state of mind. As he entered the Phipps' gate he met some one coming down the path toward it. That some one, it developed, was no less a person than Mr. Horatio Pulcifer. Raish and Galusha had not encountered each other for some time, weeks, in fact, and Mr.
Galusha, surprised by the direct question, started, colored, and guiltily admitted the correctness of her supposition. "I I haven't," he faltered. "Dear me, no. In fact I ah doubt if I am capable of doing such a thing." "Well, never mind, you don't have to. What it amounted to was that the Eagle folks had twelve hundred shares and Raish and Jeth and father had eleven hundred and fifty together.
Cabot were at the window watching the departure of Raish, the little man had left the room. "But I must see him," cried Lulie. "Oh, Martha, just think! He is responsible for EVERYTHING. Not only for sending father the Psychical Society books, but for planning all that happened at the seance. You heard what Raish said. He said that Mr.
Galusha, crouching behind the tomb and wondering if the time had come for him to show himself, waited anxiously. But Captain Hallett's answer, when at last he did reply, sounded no nearer. Apparently the men were now standing still. "Well," grunted the light keeper, "I'll listen to you for the five minutes, Raish, but no more. I hadn't ought to do that.
They would, too, if any transfer had been made. There ain't been any made, that's all the answer I can think of. I signed those certificates of mine in blank, transferred 'em in blank on the back. And somebody whoever 'twas bought 'em ain't turned 'em in for new ones in their own name, but have left 'em just the way they got 'em. That's why Raish and his crowd think I've still got my stock.
"And so I say," vowed Raish, in conclusion, "with all that property behind it and all that future ahead of it, if Development ain't a good investment, what is?" "I don't know, I'm sure," confessed Galusha. "But " "Don't know? You bet you don't know! Nor nobody else. Not for quick returns, maybe though you can't never tell.
Either Raish has heard somethin' and is buyin' for a speculation, or else he's actin' as somebody else's agent. What did you say, Mr. Bangs?" Galusha had not said anything; and what he said now was neither brilliant nor original. "Dear me, dear me!" he murmured. Martha looked at him, keenly. "Why, what is it, Mr. Bangs?" she asked.
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