"That would be a rather harshly definite way of putting it," Elliott
smiled wryly. "Ours is apparently just tabled--oh, tabled pending
certain immaterial changes in the form! You asked me a moment ago--or
did I offer to guess who might be responsible for the report which is
costing us our men? I wonder if I need to tell you who controls this
new northern route?"
"Maybe you've been telling me," Steve came back coolly. "You have
already mentioned----"
"Wickersham!" Hardwick Elliott corrected. "Wickersham--that is,
through allied interests which he represents or controls. O'Mara, I
doubt if I would even insinuate this to anyone else; I haven't even
intimated it to Ainnesley as yet. Wickersham is reputed to represent
huge moneyed foreign interests. But have you ever stopped to wonder
whether he might not represent big local interests as well?"
The tanned face opposite him was so gravely blank that Elliott once
more laughed nervously, deprecatingly.
"Doubt of any man's loyalty such as that query would imply is not one
of my characteristics. I would rather have left this thing unattempted
than to have undertaken it in partnership with any man whom I felt I
had to watch. But I just thought that I'd better put it all on the
table for you to consider. I'd like to ask you--what do you think?"
The man in blue flannel and corduroy tapped the sodden heel from his
pipe and loaded it afresh.
"Yesterday," he answered, "yesterday--Well I couldn't guarantee just
what I might have thought, twenty-four hours back. But doesn't one
fact remain unchanged still, no matter what we think? Suppose we admit
that some one else does want this stretch of track we're laying?
Suppose somebody is figuring on picking it up cheap, at a bankruptcy
price, if we forfeit to the Reserve Company? You know yourself that
you would never have begun it simply for the profit there will be in
moving the Reserve logs and the millions on millions of feet of lumber
both to the east and west, which can't be touched at anything but a
prohibitive figure, without this road. We were going through to the
border, too. And if some one else is betting that we don't; if some
one else is betting that we can't yank a trainload of logs down to this
end of the line, before the first of May, that doesn't alter our case
any, does it? Even though we suspect that some man is playing us to
lose, do we have to know exactly who he is?"
Slowly but very surely the older man's face began to smooth.
"Once or twice," he stated, "I've thought to anticipate you, perhaps
because I have it on you a little, as they say, in the matter of years.
I'm not going to attempt it any more. For I thought that this
conversation would be at least a surprise to you. You sit there and
take it very quietly, for a man who has been badly startled."
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