Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1910-09-01

it's the best I could do" She laughed
gladly, more than repaid by the look IN
her companions face. Nov, give me
some lunch. I'm fairly starved"
Big George, when he had fully
grasped the situation, became the boss
fisherman on the instant; before the
others had reached the cook-house he
was busted in laying out his crews and
distributing his gear. The impossible
had happened; victory was In sight;
the fish were running-he cared TO
know no more.
That night the floors of the fish-dock
groaned beneath weight Of silver.
sided salmon piled waist-high to tall
man. All through the cool, dim-lit
hours the ranks of Chinese butchers
hacked and slit and slashed with swift,
sure, tireless strokes, while the great
I'building echoed holloway to the clank
of machines and the Kissing signs OF
the soldering
| CHAPTER XIII.
| In Which More Plans are Laid.
1t seemed to Boyd that he had never
felt such elation as during the days
that followed He trod upon air, his
Ihead was in the clouds. He joked with
his men, inspiring them with his own
good-humor and untiring energy. He
was never idle save during the odd
hours that he snatched for sleep. He
covered the plant from top to bottom,
and no wheel stopped turning, no me-
chanical device gave way, without his
instant attention. So urgent was he
that George Bait became desperate;
for the Indians were not like white
men, and proved sad trial to the
big fellow, who was accustomed to
drive his crews with the cruelty Of a
convict foreman. Despite his utmost
endeavors. he could not keep the plant
running to capacity, and In his zeal
he took the blame wholly upon him
self.
While his daily output was disap'
pointing Emerson drew consolation
from the prospect that his pack would
be large enough at least to avert utter
ruin, and he argued that once he had
won through this first season no
power that Marsh could bring to bear
would serve to crush him. He saw a
moderate success ahead, II not the
Overwhelming victory upon which ne
had counted
Up at the Trusts headquarters Will.
| lis Marsh was in fine fury. AS far as
possible, subordinates avoided him
His superintendent, summoned from
their work, emerged from the red.
painted Office on the hill with damp
ened brows and frightened glances
over their shoulders. Many Of them
held their places through services that
did not show upon the company's
| books, but now they shook their heads
and swore that some things were be-
yond them.
Except for one step on Emersons
part, Marsh would have rested secure
and let time work out his enemys
downfall; but Boyd's precaution In
| contracting to sell his output in ad.
vance threatened to defeat him. Other.
wise, Marsh would simply have cut
down his rivals catch to the lowest
point and then broken the market in
the fall With the Trusts tremendous
resources back Of him, he could have
afforded to hammer down the price o.
fish to point where Emerson would
either have been ruined or forced to
carry his pack for year, and In this
course he would have been upheld by
Wayne Wayland. But as matters
stood, such tactics could only result in
serious loss to the brokers who had
agreed to take Boyd's catch, and to
the Trust itself. 1t was therefore nee,
essary to work the young mans undo
ring here and now.
Marsh knew that he had already
wasted too much time in Kalvik, for
he was needed at other points far to
the southwark; but he could not bear
1 to leave this fight to other hands
Moreover, he was anxiously awaiting
the arrival of The Grande Dame, with
| Mildred and her father. One square OF
the calendar over his desk was
4 marked in red, and the sight of it gave
him fresh determination.
On the third day after Boyd's deliv
erance, Constantine sought him out
| in company with several of the native
fishermen, translating their demand to
be paid for the fish they had caught.
/ Cant they wait until the end OF
the week. Emerson inquired.
mo! They got no money-they got
no grub. They say little baby is hun
cry, and they like money now. Sc
soon they buy grub, they work some
more.
VERY well. Here's as order on the
bookkeeper.'
Boyd tore leaf from his notebook
and wrote few words on it, telling
the men to present it at the Office. AS
i Constantine was about to leave, he
called to him:
"Wait! l want to talk with you"
| The breed halted.
How long have you known Mr.
Marsha"
me know him long time
do you like him."
A flicker ran over the fellows cop
perry face as he replied:
eyes. Him good man."
"You used to work for him, did you
not?"
| eyes"
why did you quit?"
Constantine hesitated slightly be
fore answering: "Me go work for
| Cherry"
| ".Why?"
"She good to my little brodsr. You
savvy little chil'ren-so big?"
Eyes. I've seen him. He's fine lit