I----" But Annixter, at the end of all patience, turned to Genslinger, cutting short the old man: "Oh, rot! Of course the railroad will sell at two-fifty," he cried.
"We've got the contracts." "Look to them, then, Mr.Annixter," retorted Genslinger significantly, "look to them.

Be sure that you are protected." Soon after this Genslinger took himself away, and Derrick's Chinaman came in to set the table.
"What do you suppose he meant ?" asked Broderson, when Genslinger was gone.
"About this land business ?" said Annixter.

"Oh, I don't know.

Some tom fool idea.

Haven't we got their terms printed in black and white in their circulars?
There's their pledge." "Oh, as to pledges," murmured Broderson, "the railroad is not always TOO much hindered by those." "Where's Osterman ?" demanded Annixter, abruptly changing the subject as if it were not worth discussion.