The Landloper: The Romance of a Man on FootDay, Holman
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The Landloper: The Romance of a Man on Foot
Day, Holman
Political corruption -- Fiction; Water-supply -- Fiction
The head of the state's water trust simulated anger perfectly, even if
he didn't feel it. And there was astonishment in his anger.
“What have I to do with your dealings with bankers?” he demanded.
“Probably your plant isn't up to pitch.”
“That talk doesn't go with us, not for a minute, Colonel Dodd,” shouted
the undaunted Davis. “You're talking to business men, not to children.
We offered to leave the matter of our plan to any three engineers in
this state. Why is it that Stone & Adams refuse to take the word of
anybody except your man, Snell?”
“They probably want the word of the best consulting-engineer in the
state.”
“But he's your man.”
“He is our man because he is the best. We hire him for our work. But we
do not control his opinions when he is consulted by others. Oh no! And I
want to tell you, my men, that I refuse to listen to any more such talk
from you.”
“Then call in one of your political policemen and have us put out,”
invited the unterrified Davis.
“Build your plant right and your bonds will sell. Our bonds sell when
Mr. Snell reports on our plants.”
“We'll save our strength in the matter of building plants and running
around trying to place bonds with brokers who have been tipped off by
the money trust of this state. We propose to get it straight from you
first. You can't fool us for one minute, I repeat! We'll have our last
wiggle right here. Will you take your hands off our affairs?”
“I haven't put my hands _on_ your affairs,” shouted Colonel Dodd,
furious at being baited in this amazing manner. Never before had any
visitor dared to raise his voice in that office. “You're crazy.”
“You're right--we are--pretty nearly so. Myself and these two neighbors
of mine have tied up every dollar we can rake and scrape to build a
water-plant for our little village and give our folks clean water from a
lake, not the rotten poison you would pump out of our millstream for
us. We have tried to do this for our town and make an honest dollar for
ourselves. Now you have got us lashed to the mast, financially, so
you think, and you propose to step in and gobble our franchise. That's
enough to make men crazy.”
“Get out of my office!”
“You grabbed the franchise and common stock of Westham that way,”
declared Davis. “You scooped in Durham and Newry and a lot of others.
But I'm here to warn you, Colonel Dodd. Danburg is going to choke you if
you try to swallow it. We are only countrymen, and we know it. You have
always done all the bossing and threatening in this state up to now. But
I tell you, Colonel Dodd, there comes a time when the rabbit will spit
in the bulldog's eye. If we three go out of this room in the same spirit
in which we came into it something will drop in this state. We shall
have a story to tell.”
Colonel Dodd swung his chair around and faced his desk.
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