HENRY turned back to Scanlon. "Say! Help me to get Mr. Boland to see the wrong of this thing, won't you?" he appealed earnestly.
"You haven't got me to see it yet, Henry, "reminded Scanlon bluntly; "and you're not going to."
Quackenbaugh proved equally stubborn. "You couldn't expect us to sit quietly by and see our mill program held up by one stubborn little Siwash, could you?" he sniffed.
"Blind—blind as the rest of them," mourned Henry, as he went back sickly to his office. The next morning there was an important item in the Blade. It began:
The Edgewater & Eastern Railway recorded yesterday a lease of sixty acres of Hurricane Island to the Boland Cedar Company.
Henry smiled grimly. "Smoked 'em out, anyway," he chuckled; but the chuckle died. The item was confession of fact, but it was also defiance—notice that the project was to be carried forward whether or no. Besides, it was clever strategy; it kept any contrary person from making a sensation out of this disclosure.
