Melville, would not, under any circumstances, be
considered, or even tolerated," rejoined the boatbuilder, coolly.
George Melville leaped to his feet, his face flushing.
"Do you mean that?" he demanded, glaring at the man opposite him.
"I never meant anything more in all my life," smiled the boatbuilder.
"Mr. Melville, I thank you for suggesting that you are ready to advance
money, but I assure you, on my word, that I shall never have any
business dealings with any members of your family."
"Man, you are talking like an idiot! Throwing away chances like a
fool!" stormed Mr. Melville, his look becoming blacker every instant.
"And I appreciate the fact that you are much too wise a man to talk with
a fool," laughed the boatbuilder, walking over and throwing the office
door open. "Good morning! This will be my busy week."
"You'll want me when, it's too late," cried the angry capitalist,
striding through the doorway. "You will live to see the day, very
soon--"
What that day was Mr. Farnum didn't learn, for he closed the door on
his departing caller, going, laughing, back to his desk, where he
picked up a cigar and lighted it.
"How poison runs through the blood of some families," mused the
boatbuilder, blowing out several rings of smoke.
On the morning appointed the three Naval officers arrived at Dunhaven.
Their appearance did not excite much interest among the natives, for all
three were in ordinary civilian dress.
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