The younger man smiled. "Well, that's the way to look at it, I suppose.
Think the thing you do is better than what anybody else does, and you're
well started."
"Come and do it too. You're the only man I've cottoned to in years. Come
with me, and I'll give you twelve thousand dollars a year; and I'll take
you into my business.--I'll give you the best chance you ever had. You've
found your health; come back and keep it. Don't you long for the fight,
for your finger at somebody's neck? That's what I felt when I was your
age, and I did it, and I'm doing it, but I can't do it as I used to. My
veins are leaking somewhere." A strange, sad, faded look came into his
eyes. "I don't want my business to be broken by Belloc," he added. "Come
and help me save it."
"By gosh, I will!" said the young man after a moment, with a sudden
thirst in his throat and bite to his teeth. "By gum, yes, I'll go with
you."
CHAPTER VII
"AT OUR PRICE?"
West of the city of Montreal were the works and the offices of John
Grier. Here it was that a thing was done without which there might have
been no real story to tell. It was a night which marked the close of the
financial year of the firm.
Upon John Grier had come Carnac.
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