{"id":9947,"date":"2017-09-04T20:54:23","date_gmt":"2017-09-04T20:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=9947"},"modified":"2017-09-04T20:54:23","modified_gmt":"2017-09-04T20:54:23","slug":"CallWildF1text9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/CallWildF1text9\/","title":{"rendered":"For the Love of a Man, page 9"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><a href=\"http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/content-restricted\/companions\/CallOfTheWild\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Table of Contents<\/a><input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=9948&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/p>\n<p>Nobody spoke. Thornton&#39;s bluff, if bluff it was, had been called. He could feel a flush of warm blood creeping up his face. His tongue had tricked him. He did not know whether Buck could start a thousand pounds. Half a ton! The enormousness of it appalled him. He had great faith in Buck&#39;s strength and had often thought him capable of starting such a load; but never, as now, had he faced the possibility of it, the eyes of a dozen men fixed upon him, silent and waiting. Further, he had no thousand dollars; nor had Hans or Pete.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I&#39;ve got a sled standing outside now, with twenty fiftypound sacks of flour on it,&quot; Matthewson went on with brutal directness; &quot;so don&#39;t let that hinder you.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>Thornton did not reply. He did not know what to say. He glanced from face to face in the absent way of a man who has lost the power of thought and is seeking somewhere to find the thing that will start it going again. The face of Jim O&#39;Brien, a Mastodon King and old&#8211;time comrade, caught his eyes. It was as a cue to him, seeming to rouse him to do what he would never have dreamed of doing.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Can you lend me a thousand?&quot; he asked, almost in a whisper.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Sure,&quot; answered O&#39;Brien, thumping down a plethoric sack by the side of Matthewson&#39;s. &quot;Though it&#39;s little faith I&#39;m having, John, that the beast can do the trick.&quot; <input type=\"button\" name=\"NextPage\" style=\"float : right; font-size : 20px;\" onclick=\"location.href=&#39;http:\/\/www.myedme.com\/login\/?p=9948&#39;\" value=\"  Next Page  \"><\/h3>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For the Love of a Man, page 9<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"opened","ping_status":"opened","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[58,71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9947","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-events-equipment","category-Hatchet"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9947","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9947"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9947\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9947"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9947"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/myedme.com\/login\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9947"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}