Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1910-11-17
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Moreover. Mildred wayland was soon
to arrvo--the yacht was expected
daily-and she would find him Il fail.
! urc. what was worse. she would find
/ that Marsh had vanquishcd him. She
would turn sewhere-pcrhais to the
very man who lad contrivcd his TN
doing. At thought Of this a sort OF
/ desperation seemed TO master him; he
/ began to nuttcr nloud.
what did you say?" quericd Bait
"I snid that you are right The time
Is close at hand for some sort of
reckoning" answered Eoyd in harsh.
strained voice
/ Good
J Emerson was upon the point of turn
ing when his eyes fell upon Il picture
that made him start. then gaze more
intontiy. out upon the placid waters
abreast OF the plant, the launch in
which Cherry had departed was APP
proaclinG. and It was loaded down
with men. Not only were they crowd
Cd upon the craft itself. but trailing
behind it like the tail Of kite was II
lorg line of canoes. and these also
were pooped.
Look yonder!' cricd Boyd.
"Whst?'
Cherry has got II crew" His voice
broke. and he boltod toward the door
as Big George lenped to the window
"!njuns" wildly shouted the giant.
and without stopping to stamp his feet
into his boots he rushed out barefoot
after Boyd and Fraser Together the
three men reached the docl, in time to
help Cherry up the ladder.
) what does this meant" Boyd asked
her breathlessly. Will these fellows
work ~
That's what they're here for" snid
the girl. After her swarmed Il crowd
of slant eyed, copper hued Aleuts.
Those In the kayaks astern cast off and
padded toward the beach.
i've rot fifty men. the best on the
river | tried to get more, but-there
aren't any more"
''Fingerless" Fraser slapped himself
resoundingly upon the thigh and cx-
ploded profanely. Boyd seized the
girls hands In his and wrung them.
CHERRY, you're treasure" The
memory Of his desperate resolution Of
moment before swept over him sud-
denly and his voice trembled with a
great thankfulness.
Don't thank mew Cherry ex-
clo rs 6
work than mine"
But | don't understand. These are
Marsh's men"
ITO be sure, but / was good to them
when they were hungry last winter
and l prevailed upon them to come
They're awful lazy and they won't
work half as hard ms white men. but
IFS the best / could do" She laughed
gladly, more than repaid by the look In
her companions face. Now get Inc
some lunch. Pm fairly starved"
Big George, when he had fully
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 ibe
had happened; victory was in sight
the fish We're running lie cared tC
know no more.
That night the floors of the FISH dock
groaned beneath weight of silver
sided salmon piled waist high to a tail
man All through the cool, dim III
hours the ranks Of Chinese butchers
hacked and slit and slashcd with swift
sure, tireless strokes, while the great
building echoed holloway to the clanl
Of machines and the Kissing signs OF
the soldering furnaces.
1t 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 owl
good humOr and untiring energy. He
was never idle save during the ode
hours that he snatched for sleep.
While the daily output was disap
pearing, Emerson drew consola tiol
from the prospect that his pack would
be large enough at least to avert utter
ruin.
Up at the trusts headquarters Will;
Marsh was in fine fury. As far q,
possible his subordlnates avoided him.
On the third day after Boyd's dellv
GRANGE Constantine sought him out ir
company with several Of the nativ,
fishermen, Transmitting their demand t.
be paid for the fish they had caught
) cant they wait until the end of thu
week" Emerson inquired.
"No! They got no money--they go
30 grub. They say little baby Is hon
, Fry. and they like money now. So sool
they buy grub, they work some moro.
Every well. Here's an order on thu
.. bookkceper."
|. Boyd tore n leaf from his notcbool
and wrote n few words on It, tcllin,
the men to present 1t at the Office. A
Constantine was about to leave h
-, called to him;
, wait. ] want to talk with you"
The breed halted.
, How long have you known MI
Marsh?"
y "NTe know him long time"
"Do you like him?"
, A flicker ran over the fellows COZ
perry face as he replied
: Eyes. Him good man."
.'You used to work for him, did 20
not?"
Eyes"