"
"I'll break that contract, if I set out to," declared Mr. Bascomb, purpling
with half-suppressed rage. "I've every ground for breaking the contract.
You're running things with a high hand here, and disorganizing all our
efforts. No contract will stand on presentation of any such evidence as
that before a court."
"I am quite willing to leave that to a court, if I have to," Reade
rejoined. His tones were decidedly cold. "Mr. Bascomb, even if I were
inclined to forfeit the contract I would have no legal right to do so
without the approval of my partner, Hazelton."
"Humph! He's dead," snorted the president.
"That yet remains to be proved, sir," Tom answered huskily, his voice
breaking slightly at thought of Harry.
"How on earth do you think you could defend a contract against a wealthy
company like ours? Why, we could swamp you under our loose change alone.
How much money have you in the world? Two or three thousand dollars,
perhaps."
"I've a little more than that," Tom Reade smiled. "For one thing, I'm a
third owner in the Ambition mine, on Indian Smoke Range, Nevada, and the
Ambition has been a dividend payer almost from the start. Hazelton owns
another third of the mine.
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