All Bonneville knew of it.

What a mark for gibes he had made of himself.

The workingman turned farmer! What a target for jeers--he who had fancied he could elude the Railroad! He remembered he had once said the great Trust had overlooked his little enterprise, disdaining to plunder such small fry.

He should have known better than that.

How had he ever imagined the Road would permit him to make any money?
Anger was not in him yet; no rousing of the blind, white-hot wrath that leaps to the attack with prehensile fingers, moved him.