The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-11-24


ter case prompt and high-handed
measures will undoubtedly be taken,
Here is the letter; You can read
It for yourselves. II is in German.
NO use to me-" said Guy prompt
ly.
Nor me-" said Goodan.
Il haven't the lingo protested
Mike. But this fellow, Oller," he
added. where does he get his au-
thority?"
Jerry shrugged his shoulders. His
face was unutterably bland.
"Who can tell?' he said And the
other two smiled upon the ques-
toner.
Seems to know a lot" muttered
the giant.
Yes"
The old trader carefully folded
the letter and returned it TO its en-
velope. Then he struck a match and
set fire to one corner of the paper,
and held it until the flames had.
devoured all but the last corner
This he dropped on the earthen
floor, and watched the last frag-
ment of blue char TO a cinder. FL
nally he ground the ashes under
foot.
"Well?' he inquired. What is
your news?"
Goodall looked up from the brown
study into which he had fallen.
I've arranged for the wagons and
merchandise. 1t only needs the ready
cash. Not even notes-only gold
coin of the realm
81 have sent word to my son Or
am in Kimberly replied the trader
promptly. 'IIe will pay over two
thousand pounds in gold-.Well?'
Sam Goodall's eyes lit. 1t was
we'll to be working with a large
minded man OF his own race. II a
Jew loves to make money, he also
loves a gamble. And these men were
gambling now-playing the greatest
game known to man-the game OF
political conspiracy.
Then the first consignment can
start in three months he said.
That is precisely the time re-
quire," put in Guy quietly.
The deep, oval eyes OF the trader
turned upon the speaker.
Your work is progressing?"
Guy laughed.
Trust me- he exclaimed. 'If you
three look to the details I'll see that
things move. My all is in this, which
is nothing but my life-if necessa-
ry. Mike has done well, too
Jerry smiled as he turned to the
giant. He knew Guy Chalmer. AS q
man of action he was unsurpassed.
In this direction he was the leader
of their little enterprise.
Sixty boys coming up, and more
to follow" said Mike, in his lazy
fashion. "All of 'em new to the
country and bursting with every
thing youth can give 'em-except
money and brains"
The old man nodded. Talk went
on solemnly in the covert manner
of men whose plans are secret. Guy
Chalmer grew impatient of the uui-
ct, accurate detail of Sam Goodall
and the monosyllabic interjections of
Mike Donovan. The old trader was
the only one who interested him,
and he was listening, rather than
talking. He rose from his seat on
tho table and stepped across tie
room to where a map Of South AT
licl was hanging upon the wall. He
etamined it closely for some time:
then he took out pencil AMI drew
straight line across The continent,
from Damara'end to The eastern
boundary of the Transvaal 4 no.
nent later he .urned TO lis nienis,
his handsome face alight with en-
thusiasm.
Its a great scheme" he cried.
Look" And he pointed to the
thick black line he had made We
must thank the gods for the unut-
terable folly of a weakened Gov.
ernment which has made our littlo
game possible. In a year or two's
time who can say what our posi-
! ton will be? | don't think we shall
be sitting in the bare back-room of
an up-country store planning in Sc
cret"
mo" murmured the trader, in
thoughtful response.
Jerrys thick lips pursed under
the mat of hair which covered the
lower part of his face Three pairs
of eyes searched his genial tea
| lures.
AT the present moment we oc-