"
"I had. But father and Mr. Welton are getting a little too old to handle
such a proposition, and they are looking to me--" he paused.
"That situation is no different than it has been," she suggested. "What
else?"
Bob laughed.
"You see through me very easily, don't you? Well, the situation is
changed. I'm being bribed."
"Bribed!" Amy cried, throwing her head back.
"Extra inducements offered. They make it hard for me to refuse, without
seeming positively brutal. They offer me complete charge--to do as I
want. I can run the works absolutely according to my own ideas. Don't
you see how I am going to hurt them when I refuse under such
circumstances?"
"Refuse!" cried Amy. "Refuse! What do you mean!"
"Do you think I ought to leave the Service?" stammered Bob blankly.
"Why, it's the best chance the Service has ever had!" said Amy, the
words fairly tumbling over one another. "You must never dream of
refusing. It's your chance--it's our chance. It's the one thing we've
lacked, the opportunity of showing lumbermen everywhere that the thing
can be made to pay. It's the one thing we've lacked.
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