"
"I'll not do that," she answered with a quiet finality that caused
her uncle to favour her with a quick, searching glance.
He need not have worried, however, for Bryce Cardigan was too well
aware of his own financial condition to risk the humiliation of
asking Shirley Sumner to share it with him. Moreover, he had embarked
upon a war--a war which he meant to fight to a finish.
CHAPTER XVIII
George Sea Otter, summoned by telephone, came out to Freshwater, the
station nearest the wreck, and transported his battered young master
back to Sequoia. Here Bryce sought the doctor in the Cardigan Redwood
Lumber Company's little hospital and had his wrecked nose reorganized
and his cuts bandaged. It was characteristic of his father's son that
when this detail had been attended to, he should go to the office and
work until the six o'clock whistle blew.
Old Cardigan was waiting for him at the gate when he reached home.
George Sea Otter had already given the old man a more or less garbled
account of the runaway log-train, and Cardigan eagerly awaited his
son's arrival in order to ascertain the details of this new disaster
which had come upon them. For disaster it was, in truth. The loss of
the logs was trifling--perhaps three or four thousand dollars; the
destruction of the rolling-stock was the crowning misfortune.
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