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I don't know; maybe it's nearer forty thousand. I don't remember very well. That's a good many years ago. But Annixter, at the end of all patience, turned to Genslinger, cutting short the old man: "Oh, rot! Of course the railroad will sell at two-fifty," he cried. "We've got the contracts." "Look to them, then, Mr. Annixter," retorted Genslinger significantly, "look to them.
Here's one case where the P. and S. W. DON'T get everything in sight." Genslinger frowned, perplexed. "I AM new in the country, as Harran says," he answered, "but it seems to me that there's no fairness in that proposition. The presence of the railroad has helped increase the value of your ranches quite as much as your improvements.
"No one needs a better reputation for pure politics than the man who sets out to be a briber," interrupted Genslinger, "and I might as well tell you, Governor, that you can't shout me down. I can put my hand on the two chairmen you bought before it's dark to-day. I've had their depositions in my safe for the last six weeks. We could make the arrests to-morrow, if we wanted.
He rolled the paper into a wad and hurled it from him. "Rot! rot! What does Genslinger know about it? I stand on my agreement with the P. and S. W. from two fifty to five dollars an acre there it is in black and white. The road IS obligated. And my improvements! I made the land valuable by improving it, irrigating it, draining it, and cultivating it. Talk to ME. I know better."
That don't mean 'ALL, that only means SOME. I wish now that I had secured a more iron-clad agreement from the P. and S. W. when I took up its sections on my ranch, and and Genslinger is in a position to know the intentions of the railroad. At least, he he he is in TOUCH with them. All newspaper men are. Those, I mean, who are subsidised by the General Office.
It is a package of papers, but they involve a considerable sum of money, and you must be careful of them. A few years ago, when our enmity was not so strong, Mr. Genslinger and I had some business dealings with each other. I thought it as well just now, considering that we are so openly opposed, to terminate the whole affair, and break off relations. We came to a settlement a few days ago.
"Where does a railroad paper get its news? From the General Office, I suppose." "I hope he didn't get it straight from headquarters that the land was to be graded at twenty dollars an acre," murmured Broderson. "What's that?" demanded Osterman. "Twenty dollars! Here, put me on, somebody. What's all up? What did Genslinger say?" "Oh, you needn't get scared," said Annixter.
At the time, the Governor had gone with Phelps to inspect the condition of the young wheat on Hooven's holding, but within half an hour he returned, and Genslinger had asked him for a "few moments' talk in private." The two went into the "office," Magnus locking the door behind him.
As Annixter entered he heard Genslinger observe: "I'll have a leader in the 'Mercury' to-morrow that will interest you people. There's some talk of your ranch lands being graded in value this winter. I suppose you will all buy?" In an instant the editor's words had riveted upon him the attention of every man in the room.
Presley lounged on the sofa, in corduroys and high laced boots, smoking cigarettes. Broderson leaned on his folded arms at one corner of the dining table, and Genslinger, editor and proprietor of the principal newspaper of the county, the "Bonneville Mercury," stood with his hat and driving gloves under his arm, opposite Derrick, a half-emptied glass of whiskey and water in his hand.
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