"It all looks queer to me. He's got something up his sleeve. Why
should he take a bond with that security from us? If we can't
deliver the logs, our company fails; that makes the stock worthless;
that makes the bond worthless--just when it is needed. Of course,
it's as plain as the nose on your face that he thinks the
proposition a good one and is trying to get control."
"Oh, no!" cried Orde, astounded.
"Orde, you're all right on the river," said Newmark, with a dry
little laugh, "but you're a babe in the woods at this game."
"But Heinzman is honest," cried Orde. "Why, he is a church member,
and has a class in Sunday-school."
Newmark selected a cigar from his case, examined it from end to end,
finally put it between his lips. The corners of his mouth were
twitching quietly with amusement.
"Besides, he is going to buy some stock," added Orde, after a
moment.
"Heinzman has not the slightest intention of buying a dollar's worth
of stock," asserted Newmark.
"But why--"
"--Did he make that bluff?" finished Newmark. "Because he wanted to
find out how much stock would be issued. You told him it would be a
hundred thousand dollars, didn't you?"
"Why--yes, I believe I did," said Orde, pondering.
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