Conclusion

           The“Swanhilda”castofffromthedocksatPortCostatwodaysafterPresleyhadleftBonnevilleandtheranchesandmadeherwayuptoSanFrancisco,anchoringinthestreamofftheCityfront.Afewhoursafterherarrival,Presley,waitingathisclub,receivedadespatchfromCedarquisttotheeffectthatshewouldclearearlythenextmorningandthathemustbeaboardofherbeforemidnight.

           HesenthistrunksaboardandatoncehurriedtoCedarquist’sofficetosaygood-bye.Hefoundthemanufacturerinexcellentspirits.

           “WhatdoyouthinkofLymanDerricknow,Presley?”hesaid,whenPresleyhadsatdown.“He’sinthenewpoliticswithavengeance,isn’the?AndourowndearRailroadopenlyacknowledgeshimastheircandidate.You’veheardofhiscanvass.”

           “Yes,yes,”answeredPresley.“Well,heknowshisbusinessbest.”

           ButCedarquistwasfullofanotheridea:hisnewventure—theorganizingofalineofclipperwheatshipsforPacificandOrientaltrade—wasprospering.

           “The’Swanhilda’isthemotherofthefleet,Pres.IhadtobuyHER,butthekeelofhersistershipwillbelaidbythetimeshedischargesatCalcutta.We’llcarryourwheatintoAsiayet.TheAnglo-Saxonstartedfromthereatthebeginningofeverythingandit’smanifestdestinythathemustcircletheglobeandfetchupwherehebeganhismarch.Youareupwithprocession,Pres,goingtoIndiathiswayinawheatshipthatfliesAmericancolours.