The Dugdale Millions — page 111: what you’re looking at

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A PLAN OF CAMPAIGN. Tor **T’ll bring Pierson here to-morrow night,’’ he said to Moore; then turning to the young man, he said: “Vou be here at eight o’clock to-morrow night, Bob; I shan’t see you until then.’’ Without another word he took his hat and went out of the door. Moore and the young man listened to him as he slowly and deliberately descended the stairs. They listened until they heard the front door close upon him, when Moore, turning to the young man, said with a laugh in which there was the quality of relief. ‘‘What a hothead you are!”’ “it.was connng” vrepled. Bob, in a surly tone. ‘‘He must learn that I’ve been a gentleman once, if I am crooked now. I won’t take anything from him. I’m not a slave.’’ | “Well, you frightened him for once in his hfe. *’ “No, I didn't,’’ replied Bob; “he didn’t weaken once. He stopped because it would interfere with business.’’ ‘*You’re mistaken,’’ persisted Moore. ‘*For the first time in his life Ransom was frightened. From this out he will fear you. He will pretend he doesn’t and perhaps will act so, but he’s afraid of you.”’ ‘‘Do you think so?’’ said the young man witha glad, proud glance in his eyes. ‘“‘T know it. Now don’t you go to trading on it but hold your grip now you’ve got it.”’ Moore was not displeased to find that there was one among them, of whom the man who had terrorized over them all stood in fear. 9 Comicboocl< C@ 3}