Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
Here he paused, wheezed, nodded, smiled and bored his corkscrew eyes
into Carter. The latter uttered not a word and gave no sign of either
acquiescence or denial.
"You see the cotton is sure to come," continued the stout man,
withdrawing his ocular corkscrew for a moment. "Now what I propose is,
that you put in the capital, or the greater part of it, and that I do
the work and give you the lion's share of the profits. I can't furnish
the capital, and you can. You can't do the work, and I can. Or suppose I
guarantee you a certain sum on each bale, Colonel, for a hundred
thousand dollars, I promise you a square profit of two hundred
thousand."
"Mr. Walker, if it is sure to pay so well, why don't you go in alone?"
asked Carter.
Mr. Walker pointed at his coarse grey trousers and then took hold of the
frayed edge of his coarse grey coat.
"See here, Colonel," said he. "The man who wears this cloth hasn't a
hundred thousand dollars handy. When I knew you in old times I used to
go in my broadcloth. I hope to do it again--not that I care for it.
That's one reason I don't go in alone--a short bank balance. Another is
that I haven't the influence at headquarters that you have. I need your
name as well as your money to put the business through quick and sure.
That's why I offer you four fifths of the profits. Colonel, it's a
certain thing and a good thing. I am positively astonished at finding
any hesitation in a man in your pecuniary condition."
"What do you know about my condition?" demanded Carter imperiously.
"Well, it's my interest to know," replied Walker, whose cunning fat
smile did not quail before the Colonel's leonine roar and toss of mane.
"I have bought up a lot of your debts and notes. I got them for an
average of sixty, Colonel."
"You paid devilish dear, and made a bad investment," said Carter, "I
wouldn't have given thirty."
A bitter smile twisted his lips as he thought how poor he was, how bad
his credit was, and how mean it was to be poor and discredited.
"Perhaps I have. I believe I have, unless you go into this cotton. I
bought them to induce you to go into it. I thought you would oblige a
man who relieved you from forty or fifty duns. I took a four thousand
dollar risk on you, Colonel."
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