There is no time for red
tape or investigations. We must achieve our own salvation. And to
achieve that we must fight."
"And if we lose?"
Brokaw lifted his hands and shoulders with a significant gesture.
"The moral effect will be tremendous," he said. "It will be shown
that the entire north is inimical to our company, and the
government will withdraw our option. We will be ruined. Our
stockholders will lose every cent invested."
In moments of mental energy Philip was restless. He rose from his
chair now and moved softly back and forth across the carpeted
floor of the big room, shrouded in tobacco smoke. Should he break
his word to Gregson and tell Brokaw of Lord Fitzhugh? But, on
second thought, what good would come of it? Brokaw was already
aware of the seriousness of the situation. In some one of his
unaccountable ways he had learned that their enemies were to
strike almost immediately, and his own revelation of the Fitzhugh
letters would but strengthen this evidence. He would keep his
faith with Gregson for the promised day or two. For an hour the
two men were alone in the room. At the end of that time their
plans were settled. The next morning Philip would leave for Blind
Indian Lake and prepare for war.
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