Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1910-10-29

u said that you are right The time
IS close at hand for some sort OF a
reckoning" answered Boyd in a harsh.
strained voice.
"Goodr'
Emerson was upon the point OF turn
Ing when his eyes fell upon a picture
that made him start. then gaze more
intently. Out upon the placid waters.
abreast OF the plant. the launch in
which Cherry had departed was ap-
preaching. and II was loaded down
with men. Not only were they crowd
ed upon the craft itself. but trailing
behind 1t Ike the tail Of a kite was a
long line Of canoes. and these also
were peOpled.
Look yonderr' cried Boyd
"What?'
Cherry has got-a crew. His voice
broke. and be bolted toward the door
rs Big George leaped TO the window
'Iujunsr' wildly shouted the giant.
and without stopping 20 stamp his feet
into his boots he rushed out barefoot
after Boyd and Fraser. Together the
three men reached the dock In time to
help Cherry up the ladder.
What does this meanT' Boyd asked
her breathlessly. "Wm these fellows
work? ?"
That's what they're here for" said
the girl After her swarmed a crowd
OK slant eyed. copper hucd Aleuts
Those In the kayaks astcru cast or and
padded toward the beach
I've got fly men, the best on tho
river. tried TO get more. but-there
aren't any mole"
"Fingerlcss" Fraser slapped himself
resoundingly upon the thigh and OK
plodec profnuely. Boyd seized the
girls hands I'm his and wrunC them.
Cherry, you're treasurer The
memory OF his desperate resolution Of
a moment before swept over him sud
denly and his voice trembled with a
great thankfulness.
Don't thank mer' Cherry ex-
claimed. 1T was more Coustantlne's
work than mine"
"Rut / don't understand. These are
Marsh's men"
ITO be sure. but was good 20 them
when they were hungry last winter.
and I prevailed upon them 20 come.
They aren't very good fishermen
They're awfm lazy and they won't
work half as hard as white men. but
it's the best I could do" she laughed
gladly. more than repaid by the look IN
her companions face Now get me
some lunch. I'm fairly starved"
d,
grasped the situation, became the boss
fisherman on the instant. Before tho
others had reached the cookhouse he
was busted IN laying out his crews and
distributing his gear. The impos ible
had happened; victory was IN sight:
the FISH were running. He cared 70
know no more
That night the floors OF the fish dock
groancd beneath weight OF silver
sided salmon piled waist high 10 a tall
man. All through the cool. dim III
hours the ranks OF Chinese butchers
hacked aud slit and slashed with swift.
sure, tireless strokes, while the great
building echoed holloway 10 the clanlz
OF machines and the kissing signs OF
the soldering furnaces.
IL seemed TO Boyd that he had never
felt such elation as during the days
that followed He trod upon air; his
head 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.
While the daily output was disap-
pearing. Emerson drew consolation
from the prospect that his pack would
be large enough at least to avert utter
ruin.
Up at the trusts headquarters Willis
Marsh was in a fine fury. AS far as
possible his subordInates avoided him.
On the third day after Boyd's deliv-
erance Constantine sought him out In
company with several or the native
fishermen, translating their demand 10
be paid for the fish they had caught.
Cant they wait until the end OF the
weekT' Emerson inquired.
''No! They got no money-they got
no grub. They say little baby is hon
CRY, and they Ike money now. SO soon
they buy grub, they work some more. 4"
VERY well. Here's an order on the
bookkeeper."
Boyd tore a leaf from his notebook
and wrote a few words on It. telling
the men to present 1t at the Office. AS
Constantine was about TO leave he
called to him:
WATT want to talk with you"
The breed halted.
How long have you known Mr
MarshI"
"Me know him long time"
do you like him2"
A flicker ran over the fellows cop
perry face as he replied:
"Yes. Him good man"
you used TO work for him. did you
notY'
YES"
"wby did you quitT'
Constantine hesitated slightly before
answering, Me go work for Cherry"
"WhyY'
"She good to my little broder You
savvy little chil'ren-so bigT'
Yes. rye seen him He's a fine lit
tie fellow. BY the way. do you re-