The Argosy, August 1914 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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88 THE older man repeated. ‘ You a Follans- by and ask your duty in a matter of associating with a gang of toughs and rowdies or coming home with me to your proper place as a gentleman? You must be crazy.” ‘““ Nevertheless it isn’t quite as clear to me as that,” Jack returned. “How much would you make out of that fight if John won?” the other asked of Levine. ‘“ Mebbe eight or ten thousand dol- lars, mebbe not so much. Why?” Sam inquired cautiously. : “Get me pen and ink and I'll give you a check this minute for ten thou- sand. Great Heavens, how that thun- der rattles! We'll settle this matter right away. Well, why don’t you stir?” Sam had only sagged a little deeper into his chair. “For why should I want your ten thousand dollars?” he retorted. “I am a business man. I[ can earn my own money. Shouldn’t I take a pride in my business like yourself? ”’ Jack Garrett was proud of Sam at that moment. He knew that money formed the strongest appeal which could have been made to him. Yet here he was refusing a check with Lawrence Follansby’s name at the bot- tom of it as indifferently as if it had been a cabbage leaf. “That’s not fair, uncle,” he said. “ Give Sam credit for being just as in- dependent as you, or any of us. Why shouldn’t I accept his offer to fight for the championship?” “T refuse to discuss the matter farther,” said his uncle. ‘“ J am deep- ly grieved to find you in this stubborn mood, Jack, for all the world like your father before you. Besides that, this cursed thunder is giving me a head- ache. “Here is my ultimatum. Come back with me and we will resume the old footing. I haven’t many years left, my boy, and there’s nobody but you to carry on the old name and business. They both need you, Jack, and so do I. ARGOSY. ‘And I need you, uncle,” Jack re- plied, moved by his appeal. “But I cannot consent that you should consider this absurd proposal to engage in a fist fight any longer. Forget it, I-say, and come with me, or accept it and pass out of my life. There is your choice.” “ You—you'd better do as he says, Jack,” Sam advised faintly. While the young man stood unde- cided hurrying feet sprang on the pi- azza. ‘The door of the room to which the men had betaken themselves for refuge from the storm was thrown open. A young man quite obviously of island turnout stood on the thresh- old. “They told me down t’ th’ cove that a feller named Jack Garrett had come up here,” he exclaimed interrogatively. “What is it?” Jack asked, stepping forward. “Are you Jack Garrett? ”’ being indicated, he went on: ““ Miss Hooper’s down to my house, and said t’ find you and have you hurry along there with somebody named Butch Horlock. Right away. It’s all-fired important.” Assent CHAPTER XXII. AT THE LEEDY HOUSE. CapTaAIN ZED had decided to quit Barratry on the first of August. The fishing was getting worse and worse. The only catch of consequence being made in near-by waters at present was of swordfish, which were taken with a lance. Not being equipped for this kind of work, he felt it was waste of time and money to remain longer. Already one trap and the pound had been taken up and were drying on the tufted grass behind the beach. There would be work for all hands in getting gear into shape for putting away against another season. With luck the remaining trap would pay wages. Thanks to the providential school of mackerel, it had turned out a more COPMICGLOOKS (C@