Yet through her obfuscation, there ran admiration for Tarboe.

What a man he was! He had captured John Grier as quickly and as securely as a night fisherman spears a sturgeon in the flare at the bow of the boat.

Tarboe's ability was as marked as John Grier's mad policy.

It was strange that Tarboe should have bewildered and bamboozled--if that word could be used--the old millowner.

It was as curious and thrilling as John Grier's fanaticism.
Already the pinch of corruption had nipped his flesh; he was useless, motionless in his narrow house, and yet, unseen but powerful, his influence went on.