Argosy All-Story Weekly, 4 February 1922 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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= os 3 “TJ hope you'll decide to come in with us,” he said. “ You see, we’re in a diffi- East position just now, and we need re- Tiable_ men. In fact, they’re almost worth 22 -~their weight in gold to us. ae _ “England and Portugal are in dispute over the ownership of Batakaland. Eng- _ land’s claim is undoubtedly the stronger. = as England can’t afford to take harsh measures. So it’s going to be arbitrated 2 _ by the League of Nations, and that may be a matter of years. Meanwhile, both sides have withdrawn their troops, and are = _ pledged not to occupy the country. = a “That puts us in a tight box. The set- a ee - tlers don’t love us, because the company _ was forehanded enough to get possession of aaa <A the best tracts of gold-bearing land, espe- cially the Fulania Gold-fields. We've had to close them down because our employees were intimidated by them. And that’s why J asked you the questions I did that day _ in Johannesburg. We want a man who can hold his own, who won't allow himself to < = bluffed. That’s why I tried to bluff -you—to see if you would take it.” Wimborne’s shifty eyes met Dean’s for a moment. What he said might be true; but Bo - Dean had the suspicion that there was a _ good deal of the natural bully in him. = ‘The sound of shouting came from the a _ street. The two men went to the window, and saw: the disorderly mob streaming out =~ Ze of the King George, howling and hooting. _ But being three-parts intoxicated they had = largely lost their power for mischief, and -__ two or three mounted troopers from the bar- racks were slowly shepherding them away _ from the company’s headquarters. ~~ “You see, Mr. Gervaise!” said Wim- = _ borne, pointing toward the crowd. “ And . a ‘we are only allowed a small police force. _ ‘If the settlers should turn against us— em _ what could we do? That’s why we let ees _-Eltzmann i in. We had to. Now—will you _ call upon Mr. Eltzmann in his office here at ten o’clock to-morrow morning, and go _ into the matter with him?” = Dean hesitated. ‘“I’ll think it over to- night,” he answered, and if I can see my =" & __way clear Mr. Eltzmann won’t be the hin- = = ees eis aS ak ae a gere a oy a ee ae me -aP < . - ci» es : “ Sei eee See Se = conse 4 ~ ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY.- ~ Wimborne, patting Dean lovingly upon the shoulder; and the shifty eyes met his again and dropped once more. CHAPTER IX. SIGNED UP. EAN found a room at a hotel near by, and as the result of his reflections decided to call upon Eltzmann in the morning. He disliked the idea intensely, but he had his living to earn, and what decided him was the reflection that six months’ experi- ence at the Fulani Mines would teach him a good deal of knowledge that he would require if he was to start prospecting on his own account. Besides, six hundred pounds would materially change the finan-_ cial situation. When he sent in his card in the morn- ing Eltzmann received him at once. The little man seemed bubbling over with good humor. He grasped Dean’s hand and shook it up and down. Then he made his visitor take one of his choicest cigars, and lit it himself for him. “Sit down, Mr. Jarvis!” he exclaimed. “ Well, well, well! To think that we should meet here again! And we’re going to let by- gones be bygones, eh?” | “ [I’m willing,” answered Dean, again con- scious of an odd and inexplicable sort of respect for the little rogue. He could not bring himself to mention his grievance of the blacklisting, though he was sure Eltz- mann knew all about his attempts to obtain @ position. *“So the company’s engaged you to be manager of the Fulani Fields, eh, Mr. Jar- vis?” asked Eltzmann. “ Thought at the time that they were putting one over on me. T. Eltzmann ain’t caught napping that way. I tell you one thing, boy: learn to use your enemies. I’d have that maxim writ up in letters of gold all over the offices, if there was enough gold to do it. : ““'Well, the company couldn’t have got a better man, and so I told Mr. Wimborne meself,’”’ Eltzmann went on. “Of course, it ’urt me, that stubbornness of yours about — ee ee pee | ys a ¥- nce.” SB ut = old Se neeecen —, os “A _ “ - _* “ws eet —= par tat ~ sh. ~ tg ee = a — = — re - ws > = pas ‘ y = am ae Y > ~ ee —— — _— x *% - a= ' a a