"He may be a parasite, a vulture, a feeder on blood, but you and men just like you have helped to make the Duffs.

You're not going to do so after this, are you, my friends?
You're not going to keep the breath of life in monsters who drain you dry of life and manhood ?" "No!" came a thunderous shout, even though all of Reade's hearers did not join in it.
Even the Mexicans, listening to Mendoza's translation, became interested, despite their lesser degree of intelligence.
Tom continued to talk against time, though he wasted few words.

All that he said went home to many of the laborers.

While he was still talking the whistle of the pay train was heard.
Reade quickly sent his foremen and a few trusted workmen to head off any "runners" who might attempt to come in from Paloma while the men were being paid off.
As the train came to a stop Tom leaped upon a flat car behind the engine and introduced one of the newcomers--the vice president of a savings bank over in Tucson.

This man, who knew the common people, talked for fifteen minutes, after which a clerk appeared from the pay car with a book in which to register the signatures of those who wished to open bank accounts.