“He told me he would have to have his money when it came due. I’ve noticed he has been pretty close to Mott lately. I expect he has an arrangement with the Consolidated to push us.”
“I’m watching him, Steve. Don’t worry about that. He did arrange to sell the note to Mott, but I stopped that little game.”
“How?”
“For a year I’ve had all the evidence of that big government timber steal of his in a safety-deposit vault. Before he sold, I had a few words with him. He changed his mind and decided he preferred to hold the notes. More, he is willing to let us have another hundred thousand if we have to have it.”
Eaton’s delight bubbled out of him in boyish laughter. “You’re a wonder, Waring. There’s nobody like you. Can’t any of them touch you—not Harley himself, by Jove.”
“We’ll have a chance to find that out soon, Steve.”
“Yes, they say he’s coming out in person to run the fight against you. I hope not.”
“It isn’t a matter of hoping any longer. He’s here,” calmly announced his leader.
“Here! On the ground?”
“Yes.”