red
hot, and they won't get any more."
There was silence in the office for some time, while Stedman looked over
Gordon's copy, and Gordon stared dejectedly out at the ocean.
"This is pretty poor stuff, Gordon," said Stedman. "It's like giving
people milk when they want brandy."
"Don't you suppose I know that?" growled Gordon. "It's the best I can
do, isn't it? It's not my fault that we are not all dead now. I can't
massacre foreign residents if there are no foreign residents, but I can
commit suicide though, and I'll do it if something don't happen."
There was a long pause, in which the silence of the office was only
broken by the sound of the waves beating on the coral reefs outside.
Stedman raised his head wearily.
"He's swearing again," he said; "he says this stuff of yours is all
nonsense. He says stock in the Y.C.C. has gone up to one hundred and
two, and that owners are unloading and making their fortunes, and that
this sort of descriptive writing is not what the company want."
"What's he think I'm here for?" cried Gordon. "Does he think I pulled
down the German flag and risked my neck half a dozen times and had
myself made King just to boom his Yokohama cable stock? Confound him!
You might at least swear back. Tell him just what the situation is in a
few words. Here, stop that rigmarole to the paper, and explain to your
home office that we are awaiting developments, and that, in the
meanwhile, they must put up with the best we can send them. Wait; send
this to Octavia."
Gordon wrote rapidly, and read what he wrote as rapidly as it was
written.
"Operator, Octavia. You seem to have misunderstood my first message. The
facts in the case are these. A German man-of-war raised a flag on this
island. It was pulled down and the American flag raised in its place and
saluted by a brass cannon. The German man-of-war fired once at the flag
and knocked it down, and then steamed away and has not been seen since.
Two huts were upset, that is all the damage done; the battery consisted
of the one brass cannon before mentioned. No one, either native or
foreign, has been massacred. The English residents are two sailors. The
American residents are the young man who is sending you this cable and
myself. Our first message was quite true in substance, but perhaps
misleading in detail. I made it so because I fully expected much more
to happen immediately. Nothing has happened, or seems likely to happen,
and that is the
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