Hawkins" usually cheery countenance clouded, as he replied:
"Not long, if you could find a surety company agent in his office. But the trouble is this is Sat.u.r.day. I didn"t think of it until you got that wire from your attorney. It"s a legal holiday for the courts and it"s hard to find anybody around you want." Hawkins" frown grew blacker as he continued: "Then there"s another thing. You"ve got to have the judge approve the bond, granting you"re lucky enough to get it. And looking for a judge on Sat.u.r.day afternoon is like looking for the proverbial needle."
Hawkins placed a hand wearily over his eyes and lapsed into silence.
Jack McCoy was at his wit"s end. The fishing fleet from Diablo had just arrived, loaded with albacore. The captains reported a rough trip all the way over. They had seen or heard nothing from Gregory since leaving Cavalan. McCoy paced up and down the dock while he superintended the unloading of the fish. What a haul they had made! But what good would it do them? The whole plant would be tied up in less than an hour.
He jerked out his watch and looked at it again. It was seven minutes after three. Walking to the bay-side, he shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed anxiously in the direction of the inlet. Granting that Gregory arrived within the next half-hour, what could he possibly accomplish in so short a time? All McCoy"s efforts to confer with Rock had been fruitless. The bank president could not be located and had left but one word.
He would be at the cannery at four o"clock.
The low-lying clouds which hung about the entrance to Crescent Bay rifted sullenly and exposed the ragged line of rocks which made up the jetty.
"Right on the dot," d.i.c.kie Lang exclaimed. "I was afraid maybe I was too far down. What time is it now?"
"Three-thirty," Gregory answered. "We ought to dock in ten minutes."
"We"ll be there in five unless I run into something going down the harbor."
"Stop at the munic.i.p.al dock first," Gregory instructed her. "I"m going to run ash.o.r.e and try to get a bond. Then we"ll go on to the cannery."
Hawkins roused himself from his lethargy as they sped down the bay.
"I can help you some," he announced. "I can go on your bond. I own at least three times the amount of the claim in real estate in this county.
That will save us some time. We can get a blank form from a notary and have him fill it out. Then all we"ve got to do is to find the judge."
"Doesn"t Rock have to put up a bond, too?" Gregory asked. "He"s trying his best to damage me. Haven"t I any come-back?"
"Don"t bank on Rock"s bond," Hawkins answered. "He has to put one up, but it"s pretty liable to be "straw." Fellows like him generally have a strangle-hold on a little place like this and they are pretty sure of their ground before they shoot. The chances are Rock"s in the clear with a "dummy" or else his property is all under cover. I"m going to make it my business to look the old fellow up and see how he"s fixed. Men like him don"t do anything without a motive. I"m going to try to find out what Rock is up to."
At the munic.i.p.al docks Gregory and Hawkins debarked hastily and ran down the main street of the town. Contrary to the newspaperman"s fears they were successful in finding a young notary in his office. Stimulated by the promise of an extra fee, the man made out the papers in record time.
"Where can we find the local judge?" Gregory asked quickly.
The notary shook his head.
"Hard telling," he answered. "He went out a while ago with Mr. Rock and one of the real estate men in this office to look at a piece of property. Haven"t seen Joe back since so I suppose they"re still out."
When Gregory arrived at the cannery it lacked ten minutes of being four o"clock. Hurrying to the office the party from the _Richard_ encountered McCoy talking with a well-dressed stranger.
"Here"s Mr. Gregory now," exclaimed the house-manager running over to meet his employer. "What luck?" he whispered.
A glance at Gregory"s face, however, was all McCoy needed to answer his question. The boss had failed to stay the attachment. The plant would be shut down and all the fish from Diablo would rot on the docks.
The visitor stepped forward with a smile and introduced himself. "I"m Mr. Dalton, of Winfield & Camby," he said pleasantly. "I kind of stole a march on you people to-day. Came down to inspect at the firm"s request and found you all so busy that I just sneaked into your warehouse and went to work without saying anything to anybody." He smiled, as he added: "We kind of like to do that. With a new firm especially. It prevents them "stacking" on us."
"Have you finished your inspection?"
Gregory put the question with suppressed eagerness.
Dalton nodded. "Yes," he answered. "I"m well enough satisfied. Your stuff is fully up to par. Perhaps a little better than some standards.
If you are willing to hold to your schedule of prices which you gave Mr.
Dupont I"m ready to tie up with you right now."
A gleam of hope flashed to Gregory"s eye.
"Isn"t it customary to make a part payment when the contract is signed?"
he asked.
Dalton smiled and shook his head.
"Ten dollars is enough," he answered.
Gregory"s eyes were fixed earnestly on the representative from Winfield & Camby.
"Listen, Mr. Dalton," he said. "I"ve got to have twelve hundred and thirty-five dollars by four o"clock or I"ll lose thousands. I"ve got fifteen boats outside loaded to the water-line with albacore besides all the canned stuff on the floor. I own the building, machinery and twenty-five fishing-boats. There"s not a dollar against any part of it.
I guess you"ve looked me up already and you know I"m telling the truth.
If you give me an advance of twelve hundred and thirty-five dollars I"ll close right now and pay you any interest you want. But I"ve got to have the money right now."
Dalton jerked out his watch.
"Hardly time," he answered. "Even if Dupont would O.K. it, which I doubt."
Gregory was already at the telephone.
"I"ll get him for you. Can you let me have the money if he says it"s all right?"
As Dalton nodded in affirmation, Gregory"s eye fell upon the open watch upon the desk. It lacked five minutes of four o"clock.
Mr. Dupont was seated in his private office puffing contentedly at a long panatella when the door opened and the publicity man entered.
"What"s new, Black? Anything?"
Black smiled and dropped into a chair.
"Nothing new," he said. "It"s getting to be an old story. Every evening paper in the city copied that fellow Hawkins" yarn in _The Times_ about the sea fight at Diablo Island. Why, that man Gregory has enough free publicity to elect him to Congress. And he"s advertising on the strength of it, like a department store. I was around to his service market a few minutes ago and people were fighting to get within shouting distance of the counter. I"d say he was a mighty good bet right now, Dupont. That stuff has the town all lit up. If his output is anywhere near up to standard I"d say it would be good business to tie him up and beat the others to it."
As Mr. Dupont was about to speak, the telephone bell interrupted.
"Yes," he answered. "On the phone. h.e.l.lo, Dalton.--What"s that?--Yes, I get you.--How"s the stuff?--It is, eh? How"s that?--I see.--What do you think?--You would?--All right, Dalton. Sure, go ahead. Drop in at the apartments when you get back. I want to have a look at that contract."
Mr. Dalton hung up the instrument and faced about. "You win," he exclaimed. "Caught the old man just right. He"d have given me a month"s vacation on full pay if I"d have had the nerve to have asked for it." He wrote the check hurriedly as he spoke and pa.s.sed it over to Gregory with the words: "And now, don"t forget that you still have the contract to sign."