But Harran was as yet unenlightened.
"To San Francisco!" he answered, "we want them here--what are you talking about ?" "Well, you know, of course, the regulations," answered S.Behrman.
"Freight of this kind coming from the Eastern points into the State must go first to one of our common points and be reshipped from there." Harran did remember now, but never before had the matter so struck home.

He leaned back in his seat in dumb amazement for the instant.
Even Magnus had turned a little pale.

Then, abruptly, Harran broke out violent and raging.
"What next?
My God, why don't you break into our houses at night?
Why don't you steal the watch out of my pocket, steal the horses out of the harness, hold us up with a shot-gun; yes, 'stand and deliver; your money or your life.' Here we bring our ploughs from the East over your lines, but you're not content with your long-haul rate between Eastern points and Bonneville.

You want to get us under your ruinous short-haul rate between Bonneville and San Francisco, AND RETURN.

Think of it! Here's a load of stuff for Bonneville that can't stop at Bonneville, where it is consigned, but has got to go up to San Francisco first BY WAY OF Bonneville, at forty cents per ton and then be reshipped from San Francisco back to Bonneville again at FIFTY-ONE cents per ton, the short-haul rate.