"None in the least. I was only thinking about any possible talk. She's a very beautiful girl, and very--stunning. Yes, on the whole, Mr. Rawn, I think it better for me to go. One day in New York ought to do us, ought it not?" Rawn nodded. "Yes, we'll be back here on the fourth day, at worst. I've got to have you down there to explain the different installations. I am as impatient as anybody else. I want to get to the place where I'll be making some real money." "I thought you had been," grinned Halsey. "Your house, for instance?" "Over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in there now, and as much more to go in later," said Rawn. "I've spent over a half million altogether, private, overheads and investments, since I went in with this company. My salary is only a hundred thousand, and no man ever lives on his salary and lays up any money--he's got to make his start on the side. I've not done badly in that way. I'm learning the market from the inside. I've had one killing after another--Oil, Rubber--awfully good luck. Charles, the next ten years in all likelihood will see me a rich man, very rich. I've not done badly now, for the son of a Methodist preacher out of a little Texas town. Let me tell you something. Money is easy to make when you get the start. It rolls, I tell you, it rolls up like a snowball. It grows and spreads--there's nothing like it in its power. It's power itself!" VII Rawn rose, soon pausing in his excited walk, in his wonted posture, feet apart, hands under his coat tails. Halsey looked at him, frowning half sullenly, as he went on. "Ah, Charles, there's nothing like money as an ambition for a man! When I hear you talking your folly, about this brotherhood of man--when I see you worrying your small head about the future of this republic, you make me smile! What difference about the rest of the world if you take care of _yourself_? There's one brotherhood that's worth while, and only one, and it isn't that of laboring men, of common men--it is the brotherhood of big men who have made big money. There's a union for you, son! It does not break, it does not snitch, it does not strike. It sticks, it hangs together--the union of big business men is the only one worth while. Come with me, and I'll show you some proof of that." Halsey looked at him, his eyes glittering, words of scorn rising to his tongue; but he controlled himself. "All right, Mr. Rawn," said he, "I'll be ready to start to-morrow, and I'll count on getting back here by the last of the week, at least. Good day, sir." He left the room quietly. He was a handsome, stalwart young man, but in some way his face did not look happy. Rawn sat staring at the door through which he had disappeared. There came over his feelings some sort of vague dissatisfaction or apprehension, he knew not what. "I'm scared at something, just like those laborers," said he; "and when there's no reason in the world, so far as any one can tell. Pshaw!"