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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"Gold of the Gods"

I tell you, you can't trust
anybody. They all double-cross you. I swear, I think Lockwood and
I ought to go it alone. I'm glad I found that fellow out. Let
himself be robbed--a fine piece of work! Why, that fellow couldn't
see through a barn door--after the horse was stolen," he
concluded, mixing his metaphors in his anger.
"Evidently some one has been telling you something," remarked
Kennedy. "We tried to see you twice this morning, but couldn't
find you."
His tone was one calculated to impress Whitney with the fact that
he had been watching and had some idea of where he really was.
Whitney shot a sharp glance at Craig, whose face betrayed nothing.
"Ambitious--I should say so," repeated Whitney, reverting to
Norton to cover up this new change of the subject. "Well--let him
be ambitious. We can get along without him. I tell you, Kennedy,
no one is indispensable. There is always some way to get along--if
you can't get over an obstacle, you can get around it. I'll
dispense with Mr. Norton. He's an expensive luxury, anyhow. I'm
just as well satisfied."
There was real vexation in Whitney's voice, yet as he talked he,
too, seemed to cool down. I could not help thinking that both
Norton and Whitney were perhaps just a bit glad at the break.


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