They hadn't hurt the road at all, but the authority of the boss had suffered.

He knew the girl, little snob! He would find out who the man was, soon enough.

And if he had any influence in the City Hall, as he believed he had, he would make it tolerably warm for yonder vanishing parties.
He had put up that barrier to signify that the road was closed; very well, they'd see.

Dirt under their feet, huh?
All right.

How he hated them all, with their horses and carriages and dances and dinners and clubs! Bah! He took a flask from his pocket and drank.