The Riverman by Stewart Edward White
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"What Heinzman is up to." "What do you mean?" asked Orde, turning in his chair with an air of slow surprise. "It all looks queer to me. He's got something up his sleeve. Why should he take a bond with that security from us? If we can't deliver the logs, our company fails; that makes the stock worthless; that makes the bond worthless--just when it is needed. Of course, it's as plain as the nose on your face that he thinks the proposition a good one and is trying to get control." "Oh, no!" cried Orde, astounded. "Orde, you're all right on the river," said Newmark, with a dry little laugh, "but you're a babe in the woods at this game." "But Heinzman is honest," cried Orde. "Why, he is a church member, and has a class in Sunday-school." Newmark selected a cigar from his case, examined it from end to end, finally put it between his lips. The corners of his mouth were twitching quietly with amusement. "Besides, he is going to buy some stock," added Orde, after a moment. "Heinzman has not the slightest intention of buying a dollar's worth of stock," asserted Newmark. |
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