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S. Behrman and Ruggles in interviews stated that the Railroad withdrew entirely from the fight; the matter now, according to them, was between the Leaguers and the United States Government; they washed their hands of the whole business. The ranchers could settle with Washington.
Genslinger seems to have that idea in his nut, too. Do you people think you can hold that land, untaxed, for speculative purposes until it goes up to thirty dollars and then sell out to some one else sell it over our heads? You and Genslinger weren't in office when those contracts were drawn. You ask your boss, you ask S. Behrman, he knows.
Oh, for a moment to have his hand upon the throat of S. Behrman, wringing the breath from him, wrenching out the red life of him staining the street with the blood sucked from the veins of the People! To the first friend that he met, Dyke told the tale of the tragedy, and to the next, and to the next.
"Good-morning, sir," he observed, and waited for S. Behrman's further speech. "Well, Mr. Derrick," continued S. Behrman, wiping the back of his neck with his handkerchief, "I saw in the city papers yesterday that our case had gone against you." "I guess it wasn't any great news to YOU," commented Harran, his face scarlet.
Your ploughs, I believe, Mr. Derrick." S. Behrman nodded toward the flat cars. "They are consigned to me," admitted Magnus. "It looks a trifle like rain," observed S. Behrman, easing his neck and jowl in his limp collar. "I suppose you will want to begin ploughing next week." "Possibly," said Magnus. "I'll see that your ploughs are hurried through for you then, Mr. Derrick.
Cabled to the dock, close under his elevator, lay a great ship with lofty masts and great spars. Her stern was toward him as he approached, and upon it, in raised golden letters, he could read the words "Swanhilda Liverpool." He went aboard by a very steep gangway and found the mate on the quarter deck. S. Behrman introduced himself. "Well," he added, "how are you getting on?"
S. Behrman placarded the town with a notice of $500.00 reward for the ex-engineer's capture, dead or alive, and the express company supplemented this by another offer of an equal amount. The country was thick with parties of horsemen, armed with rifles and revolvers, recruited from Visalia, Goshen, and the few railroad sympathisers around Bonneville and Guadlajara.
"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win. And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."
Any fool knows how far it is from Guadalajara to the Long Trestle. It's about five-eighths of a mile." "From the depot of the town," remarked S. Behrman placidly, "to the head of the Long Trestle is about two miles." "That's a lie and you know it's a lie," shouted the other, furious at S. Behrman's calmness, "and I can prove it's a lie.
His energy stirred within him, goaded by the lash of his anger, his sense of indignity, of insult. Oh for one moment to be able to strike back, to crush his enemy, to defeat the railroad, hold the Corporation in the grip of his fist, put down S. Behrman, rehabilitate himself, regain his self-respect. To be once more powerful, to command, to dominate.
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