The Whip Hand: A Tale of the Pine CountryMerwin, Samuel
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The Whip Hand: A Tale of the Pine Country
Merwin, Samuel
Great Lakes Region (North America) -- Fiction; Love stories; Lumber trade -- Fiction
“We can buy it now for one or two dollars less than it costs us to get
it out of our own woods,” Halloran added.
This interested the cashier very much indeed. Higginson & Company were
good, all the way through; and their manager seemed to have a keen
business sense. Mr. Higginson's sickness entered his calculations; but
still the investment was sound. The amount must be discussed and one or
two details mentioned. But it was after a very few minutes of talk that
the cashier said:
“We shall be very glad to let you have the money, Mr. Halloran.”
The arrangements were soon made. Then Hal-loran said good-morning and
went down to the telegraph office in the basement of the building. And
as this short message hummed over the wires to Crosman, “_Go ahead.
Halloran_,” he walked out into the street to begin the battle. All
idleness was over now for Halloran--all merely defensive work, all
waiting for results. From now on it was to be straight-out fighting; and
he knew that the best man would win.
Before that Saturday afternoon was far advanced Halloran's agents were
at work. Their instructions were simple. “Buy all the one-inch and
two-inch stuff you can get, pine and hemlock, in regular lengths and
widths,” was what he had said, in starting them out; and before evening
orders had been placed in Chicago alone for nearly a million feet. The
work would be pushed still further on Monday and Tuesday. Every company
in the “combine” would be given an opportunity to sell heavily.
Farther up Lake Michigan Crosman was working with equal energy. It was
a chance for Crosman, an opportunity to show his metal, and he realized
it. There had been some pulling at odds in the office, and the assistant
had perhaps been inclined to misunderstand Halloran in more ways than
one; but all that was now swept away, and the enthusiasm of vigorous
work was in him.
For the first time since the fight began he fully understood it; he
had been made to see that there was a possibility of winning. And when
Halloran's message reached him that morning and he realized that no
regular steamer would cross the lake before evening, he hurried a tug
into commission, and with Captain Craig and MacGregor to get him over he
made the passage to Milwaukee in less than seven hours. Late as it
was when he arrived, he not only organized the work for Monday, but
succeeded in placing the first few orders.
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