Frontier and pioneer life -- Ontario -- Fiction; Ontario -- History -- Fiction
Fifty yards down, opened a lane of green that curved beside and between
two cellars, each deeper than the last. He knew instantly that he
could not survive these, and, with every ounce of his strength, drove
across the broken river to the head of the chute. Making it in the
nick of time, he plunged in, with the water sucking at his thighs, and
the sinews in his arms burning like fire. There followed a swift
descent through cellars of dwindling depth, till he floated into the
long, spume-flecked swells at the foot of the decline, where the canoe
drifted sluggishly, full nearly to the gunwale. And here Belding
leaned forward with his hands on her curved thwart, and pumped great
gulps of air into his empty lungs. Presently he stared around. He was
below the works of which he had seen nothing, and just opposite Clark's
big house, whose roof lifted on the hill side a mile away. He had
dared the rapids and come through safely, but Clark, he reflected, was
engulfed.
Luncheon that day at the big house had been a silent affair, after
which the three men went out on the terrace and examined the panorama
that spread to the south. It was suggestive and inspiring. They had
been voiceless for some time, when Clark moved restlessly.
"Shall we talk here, or go back to the office?"
"This is good enough for me," said Ardswell; "are you ready for
business?"
"Certainly."
"And may I ask two questions first,--one is a trifle personal?"
"Please ask them, if you wish; I have no personal secrets."
"That's very decent of you. What I'd like to know is, first, what you
found here when you arrived seven years ago, and, second, what your
resources were at the time? You will not, of course, answer the last
unless you wish."
Clark laughed almost boyishly. "Why I found only the rapids, and--I
had no resources,--that is, except myself."
"I thought so, and"--here the speaker glanced at Weatherby--"we would
like to congratulate you, I had an idea that this was the case. Now as
to the present business, we have decided to make a proposal to your
board."
"I am glad of that," said Clark briefly. He knew that the moment had
come.
"We hope it will meet with your support," Ardswell hesitated
perceptibly and went on, pitching his voice a little higher, "and you
will not misunderstand my putting it rather baldly. The matter depends
on two things: the reduction of the Consolidated capital from
twenty-seven million to something about ten million and the wiping out
of all common stock, and," here he paused again while the blood crept
slowly to his temples--"the other is a change in the executive. These
being satisfactorily arranged, we will go ahead. That's about it, eh?"
"Yes," put in the other, "but of course we could not go ahead, under
any circumstances, without Mr. Clark's temporary assistance. I think
in fairness to him we should make the case a little clearer."
"It's fairly clear as it is," said Clark without a trace of emotion.
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