"You
have my Boom Company stock as security."
"Pretty security for the loss of a tract like the Upper Peninsula
timber!"
"Well, it's the security you asked for, and suggested," said Orde.
"I thought you'd surely be able to pay it," retorted Newmark, now
secure in the position he desired to take, that of putting Orde
entirely in the wrong.
"Well, I expected to pay it; and I'll pay it yet," rejoined Orde.
"I don't think Heinzman will stand in his own light rather than
renew the notes."
He seized his hat and departed. Once in the street, however, his
irritation passed. As was the habit of the man, he began more
clearly to see Newmark's side, and so more emphatically to blame
himself. After all, when he got right down to the essentials, he
could not but acknowledge that Newmark's anger was justified. For
his own private ends he had jeopardised the firm's property. More
of a business man might have reflected that Newmark, as financial
head, should have protected the firm against all contingencies;
should have seen to it that it met Heinzman's notes, instead of
tying up its resources in unnecessary ways. Orde's own delinquency
bulked too large in his eyes to admit his perception of this.
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