If we win our land cases, there's your new freight rates to be applied, and then all is beer and skittles.

Won't the San Joaquin go wild if we pull it off, and I believe we will." "How we wheat growers are exploited and trapped and deceived at every turn," observed Magnus sadly.

"The courts, the capitalists, the railroads, each of them in turn hoodwinks us into some new and wonderful scheme, only to betray us in the end.

Well," he added, turning to Lyman, "one thing at least we can depend on.

We will cut their grain rates for them, eh, Lyman ?" Lyman crossed his legs and settled himself in his office chair.
"I have wanted to have a talk with you about that, sir," he said.