"Hold on there, Larry." For the first time Daylight's voice
was sharp, while all the old lines of cruelty in his face stood
forth. "Miss Mason is going to be my wife, and while I don't
mind your talking to her all you want, you've got to use a
different tone of voice or you'll be heading for a hospital,
which will sure be an unexpected sort of smash. And let me tell
you one other thing. This-all is my doing. She says I'm crazy,
too."
Hegan shook his head in speechless sadness and continued to
stare.
"There'll be temporary receiverships, of course," Daylight
advised; "but they won't bother none or last long. What you must
do immediately is to save everybody--the men that have been
letting their wages ride with me, all the creditors, and all the
concerns that have stood by. There's the wad of land that New
Jersey crowd has been dickering for. They'll take all of a
couple of thousand acres and will close now if you give them half
a chance. That Fairmount section is the cream of it, and they'll
dig up as high as a thousand dollars an acre for a part of it.
That'll help out some. That five-hundred acre tract beyond,
you'll be lucky if they pay two hundred an acre.
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