The Flying Girl. Baum Lyman Frank

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      “Excellent!” said the other. “The thing interests me – indeed it does. You couldn’t purchase that stock from me at this moment, Burthon, for twice the sum I paid you.”

      “No? And why not?”

      “I’ll tell you. I had not intended to refer to the matter just yet, but this young woman’s exposé of your attempted trickery induces me to explain matters. You have always taken me for a fool, Burthon.”

      “I’ve tried to place a proper value on your intellect, Cumberford.”

      “You have little talent in that line, believe me. Before I came out here I had heard such glowing reports of the Queen of Hearts that I stopped off in Arizona to see the wonderful mine. The manager was very polite and showed me about, but somehow I got a notion that all was not square and aboveboard. I’ve always been interested in mines; they fascinate me; and if this mine was as rich as reported I wanted some of the stock. But I imagined things looked a little queer, so I sent a confidential agent – fellow named Brewster, who has been with me for years – to hire out as a miner and keep his eyes open. He soon discovered the truth – that the mine was being ‘salted’ or fed with outside gold ore in precisely the way this girl has stated.”

      He turned to Orissa with a profound bow, then looked toward Burthon again. “The thing interested me. I wondered why, and wired my man to stay on a little longer, till I had time to think it over. I – er – think very slowly. Very. In a few days Brewster telegraphed me the startling intelligence that the mine had actually struck a new lead, with ore far richer than the first showing, although that had made the Queen of Hearts famous. My man had been sent to the telegraph office with messages from the manager to Mr. Burthon and the four other stockholders; but poor Brewster’s memory is bad, and he forgot to send a telegram to anyone but me. Of course the great strike – er – interested me. I instructed Brewster over the telegraph wire. At a cost of five thousand dollars we bribed the manager to keep the valuable strike secret for ten days. He’s an honest man, and I shall retain him in the office. The ten days expire to-night. Meantime, I’ve purchased the stock.”

      Mr. Burthon sprang to his feet, white with anger.

      “You scoundrel!” he shouted.

      “Don’t get excited, Burthon. This is a mere business incident, between man and man – and a girl.” Another bow toward Orissa. “You tried to rob me, sir, and sneered when you thought you had succeeded. I haven’t robbed you, for I paid your price; but I’ve made a very neat investment. My stock is worth a million at this moment. Interesting, isn’t it?”

      Mr. Burthon recovered himself with an effort and sat down again.

      “Very well,” he said a little thickly. “As you say, it’s all in the way of business. Good day, Cumberford.”

      The other man arose and faced Orissa, who stood by wholly bewildered by this unexpected development.

      “Thank you again, my child. Your name? Orissa Kane. I’ll remember it. You tried to do me a kindness. Interesting – very!”

      Without another glance at Mr. Burthon he put on his hat, walked out and closed the door softly behind him.

      Orissa looked up and found the broker’s eyes regarding her intently.

      “I – I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered; “but I had to do it, to satisfy my conscience. I suppose I am dismissed?”

      “No, indeed, Miss Kane,” he returned in kindly tones. “An honest secretary is too rare an acquisition to be dismissed without just cause. Having told you what I did, I could expect you to act in no other way.”

      “And, after all, sir,” she said, brightening at the thought, “you did not rob him! Yet you saved your fortune.”

      He made a slight grimace, and then laughed frankly.

      “Had I taken your advice,” he rejoined, “I should now be worth a million.”

      CHAPTER VI

      A BUCKING BIPLANE

      Stephen Kane had scarcely slept a wink for three nights. When Orissa came home Thursday evening he met her at the car with the news that his aëroplane was complete.

      “I’ve been adjusting it and testing the working parts all the afternoon,” he said, his voice tense with effort to restrain his excitement, “and I’m ready for the trial whenever you say.”

      “All right, Steve,” she replied briskly; “it begins to be daylight at about half past four, this time of year; shall we make the trial at that hour to-morrow morning?”

      “I couldn’t wait longer than that,” he admitted, pressing her arm as they walked along. “My idea is to take it into old Marston’s pasture.”

      “Isn’t the bull there?” she inquired.

      “Not now. Marston has kept the bull shut up the past few days. And it’s the best place for the trial, for there’s lots of room.”

      “Let’s take a look at it, Steve!” she said, hastening her steps.

      In the big, canvas covered shed reposed the aëroplane, its spreading white sails filling the place almost to the very edges. It was neither a monoplane nor a biplane, according to accepted ideas of such machines, but was what Steve called “a story-and-a-half flyer.”

      “That is, I hope it’s a flyer,” he amended, while Orissa stared with admiring eyes, although she already knew every stick and stitch by heart.

      “Of course it’s a flyer!” she exclaimed. “I wouldn’t be afraid to mount to the moon in that airship.”

      “All that witches need is a broomstick,” he said playfully. “But perhaps you’re not that sort of a witch, little sister.”

      “What shall we call it, Steve?” she asked, seriously. “Of course it’s a biplane, because there are really two planes, one being above the other; but it is not in the same class with other biplanes. We must have a distinctive name for it.”

      “I’ve thought of calling it the ‘Kane Aircraft,’” he answered. “How does that strike you?”

      “It has an original sound,” Orissa said. “Oh, Steve! couldn’t we try it to-night? It’s moonlight.”

      He shook his head quickly, smiling at her enthusiasm.

      “I’m afraid not. You’re tired, and have the dinner to get and the day’s dishes to wash and put away. As for me, I’m so dead for sleep I can hardly keep my eyes open. I must rest, so as to have a clear head for to-morrow’s flight.”

      “Shall we say anything to mother about it?”

      “Why need we? It would only worry the dear woman unnecessarily. Whether I succeed or fail in this trial, it will be time enough to break the news to her afterward.”

      Orissa agreed with this. Mrs. Kane knew the airship was nearing completion but was not especially interested in the venture. It seemed wonderful to her that mankind had at last learned how to fly, and still more wonderful that her own son was inventing and building an improved appliance СКАЧАТЬ