Bobby"s heart sank. Eight acres of that land had already been gobbled up by Silas Trimmer, and, no doubt, that astute and energetic business gentleman was now after the balance.
"Where is the office of Miles, Eddy and Company?" Bobby asked, with a crispness that pleased him tremendously as he used it.
"Twenty-six Plum Street," Mr. Thorne advised him.
"Thanks," said Bobby, and whirled out of the door, followed by the disconsolate Applerod.
At the office of Miles, Eddy and Company better luck awaited them.
Yes, that firm had secured possession of the Westmarsh ninety-two acres. Yes, the property was listed for sale, having been bought strictly for speculative purposes. And its figure? The price was now three hundred dollars per acre.
"I"ll take it," said Bobby.
There was positive triumph in his voice as he announced this decision.
He would show Silas Trimmer that he was awake at last, that he was not to be beaten in every deal.
"Twenty-seven thousand six hundred dollars," said Bobby, figuring the amount on a pad he picked up from Mr. Eddy"s desk. "Very well. Allow me to use your telephone a moment. Mr. Chalmers," directed Bobby when he had his new lawyer on the wire, "kindly get into communication with Miles, Eddy and Company and look up the t.i.tle on ninety-two acres of Westmarsh property which they have for sale. If the t.i.tle is clear the price is to be three hundred dollars per acre, for which amount you will have a check, payable to your order, within half an hour."
Then to Johnson--biting his pen-handle in Bobby"s study and wondering where his princ.i.p.al and Applerod could be at this hour--he telephoned to deliver a check in the amount of twenty-seven thousand six hundred dollars to Mr. Chalmers. Never, since he had been plunged into "business," had Bobby been so elated with himself as when he walked from the office of Miles, Eddy and Company; and, to keep up the good work, as soon as he reached the hall he turned to Applerod with a crisp, ringing voice, which was the product of that elation.
"Now for an engineer," he said.
"Already as good as secured," Mr. Applerod announced, triumphant that every necessity had been antic.i.p.ated. "Jimmy Platt, son of an old neighbor of mine. Fine, smart boy, and knows all about the Westmarsh proposition. Bless you, I figured on this with him every vacation during his schooling!"
An hour later, Bobby, Mr. Applerod and the secretly jubilant Jimmy Platt had sped out Westmarsh way, and were inspecting the hundred and twelve acres of swamp which the new firm of Burnit and Applerod held between them.
"It"s a fine job," said the young engineer, coveting anew the tremendous task as he bent upon it an admiring professional eye. "This time next year you won"t recognize the place. It"s a n.o.ble thing, Mr.
Burnit, to turn an utterly useless stretch of swamp like this into habitable land. Have you secured the entire tract?"
"Unfortunately, no," Bobby confessed with a frown. "The extreme north eight acres are owned by another party."
"And when you drain your property," mused Jimmy, smiling, "you will drain his."
"Not if I can help it," declared Bobby emphatically.
"You must come to some arrangement before you begin," warned the engineer with the severe professional authority common to the quite young. Already, however, he was trying to grow regulation engineer"s whiskers; also he immediately planned to get married upon the proceeds of this big job, which, after years of chimerical dreaming, had become too real, almost, to be believed. "Perhaps you could get the owner to stand his proportionate share of the expense of drainage."
Bobby smiled at the suggestion but made no other answer. He knew Silas Trimmer, or thought that he did, and the idea of Silas bearing a portion of a huge expense like this, when he could not be forced to shoulder it, struck him as distinctly humorous.
CHAPTER IX
AGNES DELIVERS BOBBY A NOTE FROM OLD JOHN BURNIT--IN A GRAY ENVELOPE
That night, at the Traders" Club, Bobby was surprised when Mr. Trimmer walked over to his table and dropped his pudgy trunk and his lean limbs into a chair beside him. His yellow countenance was creased with ingratiating wrinkles, and the smile behind his immovable mustache became of perfectly flawless circ.u.mference as his muddy black eyes peered at Bobby through thick spectacles. It seemed to Bobby that there was malice in the wrinkles about those eyes, but the address of Mr. Trimmer was most conciliatory.
"I have a fuss to pick with you, young man," he said with clumsy joviality. "You beat me upon the purchase of that Westmarsh property.
Very shrewd, indeed, Mr. Burnit; very like your father. I suppose that now, if I wanted to buy it from you, I"d have to pay you a pretty advance." And he rubbed his hands as if to invite the opening of negotiations.
"It is not for sale," said Bobby, stiffening; "but I might consider a proposition to buy your eight acres." He offered this suggestion with reluctance, for he had no mind to enter transactions of any sort with Silas Trimmer. Still, he recalled to himself with a sudden yielding to duty, business is business, and his father would probably have waved all personal considerations aside at such a point.
"Mine _is_ for sale," offered Silas, a trifle too eagerly, Bobby thought.
"How much?" he asked.
"A thousand dollars an acre."
"I won"t pay it," declared Bobby.
"Well," replied Mr. Trimmer with a deepening of that circular smile which Bobby now felt sure was maliciously sarcastic, "by the time it is drained it will be worth that to any purchaser."
"Suppose we drain it," suggested Bobby, holding both his temper and his business object remarkably well in hand. "Will you stand your share of the cost?"
"It strikes me as an entirely unnecessary expense at present," said Silas and smiled again.
"Then it won"t be drained," snapped Bobby.
Later in the evening he caught Silas laughing at him, his shoulders heaving and every yellow fang protruding. The next morning, keeping earlier hours than ever before in his life, Bobby was waiting outside Jimmy Platt"s door when that gentleman started to work.
"The first thing you do," he directed, still with a memory of that aggravating laugh, "I want you to build a cement wall straight across the north end of my Westmarsh property."
Mr. Platt smiled and shook his head.
"Evidently you can not buy that north eight acres, and don"t intend to drain it," he commented, stroking sagely the spa.r.s.e beginning of those slow professional whiskers. "It"s your affair, of course, Mr. Burnit, but I am quite sure that spite work in engineering can not be made to pay."
"Nevertheless," insisted Bobby, "we"ll build that wall."
The previous afternoon Jimmy Platt had made a scale drawing of the property from city surveys, and now the two went over it carefully, discussing it in various phases for fully an hour, proving estimates of cost and general feasibility. At the conclusion of that time Bobby, well pleased with his own practical manner of looking into things, telephoned to Johnson and asked for Applerod. Mr. Applerod had not yet arrived.
"Very well," said Bobby, "when he comes have him step out and secure suitable offices for us," and this detail despatched he went out with his engineer to make a circuit of the property and study its drainage possibilities.
From profiles that Platt had made they found the swamp at its upper point to be much lower than the level of the river, which ran beyond low hills nearly a mile away; but the river made a detour, including a considerable fall, coming back again to within a scant half-mile of the southern end of the tract, where it was much lower than the marsh.
Between marsh and river at the south was an immense hill, too steep and rugged for any practical purpose, and this they scaled.
The west end of the city lay before them crowding close to the river bank, and already its tentacles had crept around and over the hills and on past Westmarsh tract. Young Platt looked from river to swamp, his eyes glowing over the possibilities that lay before them.
"Mr. Burnit," he announced, after a gravity of thought which he strove his best to make take the place of experience, "you ought to be able to buy this hill very cheaply. Just through here we"ll construct our drainage channel, and with the excavation fill your marsh. It is one of the neatest opportunities I have ever seen, and I want to congratulate you upon your shrewdness in having picked out such a splendid investment."
This, Bobby felt, was praise from Caesar, and he was correspondingly elated.
He did not return to the study until in the afternoon. He found Johnson livid with abhorrence of Applerod"s gaudy metamorphosis. That gentleman wore a black frock-coat, a flowered gray waistcoat, pin-striped light trousers, shining new shoes, sported a gold-headed cane, and on the table was the glistening new silk hat which had reposed upon his snow-white curls. His pink face was beaming as he rose to greet his partner.
"Mr. Burnit," said he, shaking hands with almost trembling gravity and importance, "this day is the apex of my life, and I"m happy to have the son of my old and revered employer as my partner."
"I hope that it may prove fortunate for both of us," replied Bobby, repressing his smile at the acquisition of the "make-up" which Applerod had for years aspired to wear legitimately.