CHAPTER II—Under Way
In the parlour of the Higginson home, one evening shortly after the incident of the last chapter, sat Mrs. Higginson and her daughter, with expressions hardly significant of an intense joy in life. In the library, talking earnestly behind closed doors, were Mr. Higginson and Halloran.
“Well, Mr. Halloran, what is it?” had begun the head of the firm.
“The fight is on. I got the first word of it to-day.”
Mr. Higginson bowed slightly and waited.
“Bigelow has cut the price down below cost.”
It took a moment for the older man to grasp the meaning of this.
“Below cost?” he repeated.
“Yes; it's going to be a question of endurance.”
“But we have some large orders on hand. They will keep us busy for awhile. How does the Carroll & Condit lumber stand?”