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Updated: June 15, 2025
Operative standing at counter close by heard him place call with the girl on duty. He asked for the Cardigan Redwood Lumber Company in San Francisco. Concluded his conversation at 3:32 and proceeded to the city hall, entering the Mayor's office at 3:43 and emerging at 4:10.
Suddenly some six hundred feet below the summit of Cardigan we came out from the stunted under-growth and found ourselves traversing the smooth granite mass which constitutes the entire mountain top. The rock is full of minute particles of mica, which glitter and flash in the sun like "gems of purest ray serene."
She seated herself before the mirror at her dressing-table and dusted her adorable nose with a powder-puff. "Mr. Smarty Cardigan," she murmured happily, "you walked rough-shod over my pride, didn't you! Placed me under an obligation I could never hope to meet and then ignored me didn't you? Very well, old boy.
John Cardigan sat up with a jerk. "By thunder!" he murmured. That was as close as he ever came to uttering an oath. "By thunder!" he repeated. "I never thought of that! But then," he added, "I'm not so young as I used to be, and there are any number of ideas which would have occurred to me twenty years ago but do not occur to me now." "All right, John Cardigan. I forgive you.
'Kemp? exclaimed Roy, who had of course heard the story of the treachery aboard the 'Cardigan Castle. 'Kemp, that spy scoundrel are you sure? 'Dead certain, though I can't imagine how he got here. 'More can I, but by the Lord Harry, we'll have his scalp all right. Which way did they go? Ken pointed and began to run. Roy raced alongside.
"And how soon, lad," Miss Cardigan broke out suddenly, when a moment's lull in the talk had given her a chance, "how soon will ye be off to that region of disturbance whither ye are going?" "Washington?" said Thorold. "Just as soon as our examination can be pushed through; in a very few days now." "You'll come to me by the way, for another look at you, in your officer's uniform?"
When he had gone, Mayor Poundstone declared to his secretary that without doubt Ogilvy was the livest, keenest fellow that had struck Sequoia since the advent of old John Cardigan. Half an hour later the Mayor's telephone-bell rang. Buck Ogilvy was on the line. "I beg your pardon for bothering you with my affairs twice in the same day, Mr.
"The day I drive the last spike in the N. C. O." Fell a silence. Then: "I'm glad, Bryce Cardigan, you're not a quitter. Good-bye, good luck and don't forget my errand." She hung up and sat at the telephone for a moment, dimpled chin in dimpled hand, her glance wandering through the window and far away across the roofs of the town to where the smoke-stack of Cardigan's mill cut the sky-line.
"Well, if you'll continue to waste your sympathy on him rather than on his son, I'll not object," he retorted laughingly. "Oh, Bryce Cardigan is able to take care of himself." "Yes, and mean enough." "He saved our lives, Uncle Seth." "He had to in order to save his own. Don't forget that, my dear." Carefully he dissected a sand-dab and removed the backbone.
"Do you know anybody like it?" said Thorold, laughing. "If you do, you are bound to let me know where, you understand." "What lies between the eyes and mouth?" said Miss Cardigan. "There goes more to a picture."
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