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"I was only going to say that you not that you could not be like Gleboff but that you would have been more like " "I guess what you mean I should be an Osterman, not a Gleboff eh? Is that what you meant?" "What Osterman?" asked the prince in some surprise. "Why, Osterman the diplomatist. Peter's Osterman," muttered Hippolyte, confused. There was a moment's pause of mutual confusion.
An editorial in that morning's issue said: "It would not be surprising to the well-informed, if the long-deferred re-grade of the value of the railroad sections included in the Los Muertos, Quien Sabe, Osterman and Broderson properties was made before the first of the year.
You'll ruin everything. Get back into the ditch again." But Cutter, Phelps, and the old man Dabney, misunderstanding what was happening, and seeing Osterman leave the ditch, had followed his example. All the Leaguers were now out of the ditch, and a little way down the road, Hooven, Osterman, Annixter, and Harran in front, Dabney, Phelps, and Cutter coming up from behind.
For this one day he had resolved to put all thoughts of business out of his head. For the matter of that, things were going well enough. Osterman was back from Los Angeles with a favourable report as to his affair with Disbrow and Darrell. There had been another meeting of the committee. Harran Derrick had attended. Though he had taken no part in the discussion, Annixter was satisfied.
Harran hurried out into the dining-room and there met Presley and his father, who had been aroused as well by Annixter's clamour. Osterman was there, too, his bald head gleaming like a bulb of ivory in the light of the lamp that Magnus carried. "What's all up?" demanded Osterman. "Whatever in the world is the matter with Buck?"
The first round of this drink had been welcomed with a salvo of cheers. Hooven, recovering his spirits under its violent stimulation, spoke of "heving ut oudt mit Cudder, bei Gott," while Osterman, standing on a chair at the end of the room, shouted for a "few moments quiet, gentlemen," so that he might tell a certain story he knew.
"Well, why not HAVE a Railroad Commission of our own, then?" suddenly declared young Osterman. "Because it can't be done," retorted Annixter. We tried it once, and it was enough to turn your stomach. The railroad quietly bought delegates through S. Behrman and did us up." "Well, that's the game to play," said Osterman decisively, "buy delegates."
On the Quien Sabe ranch, in one of its western divisions, near the line fence that divided it from the Osterman holding, Vanamee was harnessing the horses to the plough to which he had been assigned two days before, a stable-boy from the division barn helping him.
Osterman was accustomed to slap S. Behrman on his fat back, declaring: "You're a good fellow, old jelly-belly, after all, hey?" As Osterman entered from the porch, after hanging his cavalry poncho and dripping hat on the rack outside, Mrs. Derrick appeared in the door that opened from the dining-room into the glass-roofed hallway just beyond.
Vanamee, that cow-boy over at Derrick's, has just come from the Governor with a message. I guess it's important." "Hello, what's up now?" muttered Annixter, as they turned back. They found Osterman saddling his horse in furious haste. Near-by him was Vanamee holding by the bridle an animal that was one lather of sweat. A few of the picnickers were turning their heads curiously in that direction.
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