"Neither Joe nor the Thompsons own a dollar's interest in the Almaquo
property. It is all mine, and mine alone."
"Then produce the stock and prove it!" retorted Mr. Merrick,
triumphantly.
At that moment Louise interrupted the interview by entering the room
suddenly.
"Oh, Uncle," said she, "will you join us in a picnic to the Falls
tomorrow afternoon? We are all going."
"Then I won't be left behind," he replied, smiling upon her.
"We shall take even Thomas and Nora, and come home late in the evening,
by moonlight."
"That suits me, my dear," said he.
West stood silent and scowling, but as the girl tripped away she saw him
raise his eyes and glance slyly toward the cupboard, for they were in
the right wing room.
"Mr. Merrick," he resumed, in a harsh voice; "I warn you that if your
company holds up the payment of my royalties it will break the contract,
and I will forbid them to cut another tree. You are doubtless aware that
there are a dozen firms willing to take your place and pay me higher
royalties."
"Act as you please, sir," said Uncle John, indifferently. "I believe you
are face to face with ruin, and it won't matter much what you do."
West went away more quietly than he had come, and the girls exclaimed,
delightedly:
"The trap is set, Uncle!"
"I think so, myself," he rejoined.
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