Obadiah considered the lawyer's remarks unfortunate even if true. "I am not trying to make anybody drink. These people have been drinking the same water for years and now some troublemaker stirs up a hornets' nest," he stormed. "They want to force me to build three thousand feet of sewer to connect up with the city system and its new fangled sewage disposal plant. I suppose this town would want rent for that, too. Did you ever hear of such foolishness?" The lawyer cast a keen glance at his employer. "Don't forget," he suggested, "that you have doubled the capacity of your mill in the last few years and are running twice as much waste into the river as formerly." "I don't care," roared Obadiah, in a high key. "It will cost several thousand dollars to do what they want. Let those towns take care of themselves. They must mistake me for a philanthropist trying to give my money away." Hezekiah removed his glasses and closed his eyes as if desirous that no point, in the interesting thought of Obadiah giving anything away, might perchance escape him. "I won't do it," bleated Obadiah, striking the desk a resounding thump which made Hezekiah open his eyes with a start. "I have been running waste into that river for years and I intend to keep on doing it." He glared at the lawyer. "You look up the decisions and be prepared to make those people drink ink if I want to put it into the river." Hezekiah arose and moved over to the window. Possibly the ascertainment of a legal method to force citizens to accept writing fluid as a beverage perplexed him. Yet, it couldn't have been that, because his eyes danced with the glee of a mischievous school boy, and he seemed to have difficulty in suppressing inward mirth, as one wishing to perpetrate a huge joke with appropriate gravity. In a moment he came back and faced Obadiah. "You will be glad to know that a settlement has been reached with young Curtis," he announced impressively. "You have kept Virginia out of court proceedings?" Hezekiah nodded. Obadiah appeared relieved. "That is fine. I would look like a fool with my own daughter testifying against me in court." Hezekiah was trying to catch Obadiah's eye. "It is going to cost you some money," he explained. "I warned you that young people have no idea of the value of money. Remember, you authorized me to make the best settlement that I could," he sternly reminded the mill owner. Obadiah shrugged his shoulders irritably. "Yes, I am bound by any nonsensical agreement you have made." The attorney's voice was cold, and there was a glint of steel in his eyes as he answered, "If you don't care to accept the compromise for which I accept sole responsibility, it is your privilege to reject it and take--the consequences." Obadiah leaped to his feet and rushing to his lawyer patted him upon the shoulder. "Don't be so touchy, Hezekiah," he exclaimed. "Have I ever failed to support you?" "No," Hezekiah admitted, "and you never will--but once."