I would have been rich if I had got here a little earlier." The echo of regret was in his voice.
"Well, now, here's your chance, Mr.Sippens," urged Cowperwood, subtly.
"Between you and me there's going to be a big new gas company in the field.

We'll make these old fellows step up and see us quickly.
Doesn't that interest you?
There'll be plenty of money.

It isn't that that's wanting--it's an organizer, a fighter, a practical gas man to build the plant, lay the mains, and so on." Cowperwood rose suddenly, straight and determined--a trick with him when he wanted to really impress any one.

He seemed to radiate force, conquest, victory.

"Do you want to come in ?" "Yes, I do, Mr.Cowperwood!" exclaimed Sippens, jumping to his feet, putting on his hat and shoving it far back on his head.