THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
inspector to explore the limits carefully before you complete the deal."
Colonel Thorp, who had been carefully scanning the sketch in his hand, suddenly turned and looked Ranald steadily in the eye. "These marks on the west side mean camps?"
"Yes."
"There are very few on the east side?"
"There are very few; the east side is inferior to the west."
"Much?"
"Yes, much inferior."
"But in your opinion the limit is worth the figure?"
"I would undertake to make money out of it; it is good value."
The colonel chewed hard for a minute, then turning to Mr. St. Clair, he said: "Wall, Mr. St. Clair, I'll give you one hundred thousand for your limit; but by the great Sam, I'd give twice the sum for your manager, if he's for sale! He's a man!" The emphasis on the he was ever so slight, but it was enough. Mr. St. Clair bowed, and sinking down into his chair, busied himself with his papers.
"Wall," said the colonel, "that's settled; and that reminds me," he added, pulling out his flask, "good luck to the Bass River Limits!"
He handed the flask to Mr. St. Clair, who eagerly seized it and took a long drink.
"Goes good sometimes," said the colonel, innocently. "Wall, here's lookin' at you," he continued, bowing toward Ranald; "and by the great Sam, you
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