"When was it they said the strike would begin ?" he asked.
"Friday." "Did they say what hour ?" "Eleven in the morning." "Third of a day's work and a whole day's pay," he mused.

"Jowett," he added, "I want you to have faith.

I'm going to do Marchand, and I'm going to do him in a way that'll be best in the end.

You can help as much if not more than anybody--you and Osterhaut.

And if I succeed, it'll be worth your while." "I ain't followin' you because it's worth while, but because I want to, Chief." "I know; but a man--every man--likes the counters for the game." He turned to the table, opened a drawer, and took out a folded paper.
He looked it through carefully, wrote a name on it, and handed it to Jowett.
"There's a hundred shares in the Northwest Railway, with my regards, Jowett.