Let this sleek ferret Ferris, go on and marry the girl, for I, alone, can aid you.

Worthington fears me.

I know too much of his secret operations.
"When I get you a slice of your lost patrimony, you can break loose, find yourself a fitting mate, and lead the life of a man, and not a galley-slave.

Oh! It has been a beautifully worked scheme.

The parchment-faced old wretch!" "What do you mean?
Explain yourself! Have I been tricked like a dog my whole life ?" cried Randall Clayton, the hidden espionage and Ferris' duplicity returning to arouse him into a glow of rage.
"I mean only this," coolly answered Jack Witherspoon, "our railroad has just agreed to pay Hugh Worthington two millions of dollars for two hundred acres of outlying city lands, to be used as our lumber and ore and stock-handling depots.