The Clan's got to deal a counter blow or go out of business.

It was so with the horse trade; in the end it became mighty unhandy to move the stock we'd collected.

We've reached the same point now with the trade in niggers.
Between here and the gulf--" he made a wide sweeping gesture with his arm.

"I am spotting the country with my men; there are two thousand active workers on the rolls of the Clan, and as many more like you, Tom--and Fentress--on whose friendship I can rely." He leaned toward Ware.

"You'd be slow to tell me I couldn't count on you, Tom, and you'd be slow to think I couldn't manage this thing when the time's ripe for it!" But no trace of this all-sufficient sense of confidence, of which he seemed so certain, showed on Ware's hardened visage.