t want to take chances," Brady declared. His stubborn jaw asserted plainly that he would take them if he felt so disposed. "But I don't see why we'd be in any particular danger at Bulungan. There's a garrison there. To-morrow's their fair day and it looks to me as though they'd be precious careful not to do anything to frighten the traders away. We've taken this trip particularly to see the famous fair. I believe the captain's a little premature with his warning."
John Bright made no reply. He was too good a judge of men not to recognize the futility of argument. Grace's glance at her fianci held a little flicker of amusement, for she remembered his almost obstinate refusal when she first suggested the trip to Bulungan. The trader, who was squinting from beneath lowered lids, felt it incumbent upon him to say a few words.
"Mr. Brady," he began sharply, "you know your business. I'm not going to interfere. I generally make it a point not to interfere. Jim Poggs's business is all I can tend to, Jim
Sadly, this book, although it looks actually quite good, is just impossible to read, at least in its current format. It's clearly been scanned with no attention paid to any sort of proofreading, and it's simply unreadable. Great shame.
