As he came from the train shed, where he had helped with loading, he met Henry Jameson.

Instantly the long arm of the Harvester shot out, and in a grip that could not be broken he caught the man by the back of the neck and proceeded to dangle him.

As he did so he roared with laughter.
"Dear Uncle Henry!" he cried.

"How did you feel when you got your letter from Philadelphia?
Wasn't it a crime that an honest man, which same refers to me, beat you?
Didn't you gnash your teeth when you learned that instead of separating me from my wife I had found her people and sent her to them myself?
Didn't it rend your soul to miss your little revenge and fail to get the good, fat reward you confidently expected?
Ho! Ho! Thus are lofty souls downcast.

I pity you, Henry Jameson, but not so much that I won't break your back if you meddle in my affairs again, and I am taking this opportunity to tell you so.