Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1919-03-13

ltowns and the Crossing; q director Of
the Desert Reclamation company, and
the head Of small subsidiary COM
pany which had been created to pro-
tect rights and keep harmonious rela-
ton with the sister country. Richard
found him full Of meat, and heard, for
the first time consecutively. the story
Of the raklsh river. Particularly in
teresting to him was the relation Of
Hardin to the company. r.
"He has the bad luck, that mani''
exclaimed Estrada's soft, musical
voice. Everything is in his hands,
capital is promised. and he goes to
New York to have the papers drawn
up. The day he gets there the Maine
is destroyed. OF course capital is shy.
He's had the devils own luck with
men: Clifford. honest but mulish ;
Sather, mulish and not honest-oh,
there's string Of them. Once he
went to Hermosillo to get an option on
my fathers lands. They were already
covered by an option held by some
men in Scotland. Another man would
have waited for the three months to
pass. Not Hardin. He went to Scot
land, thought he'd interest those men
with his maps and papers. He owned
all the data then. He'd made the sur
vey."
Estrada repeated the story Brandon
and Marshall had told. with little dis
crepancy. A friendly refrain followed
the narrative. HE has the bad luck,
that mani"
"And the Scotched option?" remind
ed Richard. smiling at his own poor
Joke.
1T was just that. A case of Hardin
luck again. He stopped of in London
to interest some capital there: follow
ing up lead developed on the steam
er. He was never n man to neglect a
chance. Nothing came of 1t. though.
and when he reached Glasgow he
found his man had died two days be-
1ore-or been killed. I've forgotten
which. Three times Hardin's crossed
the ocean trying to corner the oppor-
tunity he thought he Ind found. It
isn't lnziness. Is his trouble. It's Just
internal luck"
"Or over-astuteness, or prOcrastina-
tion." criticized his listener to himself.
He knew now what 1t was that had
so changed Hardin. A man cannot
travel. even though he be bounding
down quick scent, without meeting
strong Influences. He had been thrown
with hard men. strong men. 1t was
an Inevitable chiseling. not a miracle.
Il want to hear more Of this some
day. But this map. I don't under.
stand what you told me of this by.
pass. Mr.. Estrada.
Their heads We're still bending over
Estrada's rough work bench when the
Japanese cook announced that dinner
was waiting in the adjoining chr.
MncLean and Bodefeldt and seyeral
young engineers joined them.
1t had been outwnrtlly wasted day.
Richard had lounged, socially and
physically. But before he turned in
that night he had learned the nnmes
and dispositions Of his force, and
some Of their prejudices. Nothing. he
summed up. could be guessed from the
gentleness Of the Mexican's manner
Wooster's antagonisn was open and
snappish. Silent was to be watched,
and Hardin had already shown his
hand.
The river. MS he thought of it, up.
peared the lenst formidable of his op-
ponents. He was imaging itas high.
spirited horse. maddened by the fun.
bling Of its would.be captors. His task
1t was to lasso the proud stallion, lead
1t In bridled to the sterile land. No
wonder Hardin was sore; his moose
had slipped on one time too many
Hardin's luck!
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