Competition is the life of trade, you know." "Start your town, if you want to.

We've got the 'bulge' on you, and can hold it," said I, somewhat provoked at his threat.
But we acted too independently and too indiscreetly for our own good Dr.
Webb, the very next day after his interview with us, began hauling material to a spot about one mile east of us, where he staked out a new town, which he called Hays City.

He took great pains to circulate in our town the story that the railroad company would locate their round-houses and machine shops at Hays City, and that it was to be _the_ town and a splendid business center.

A ruinous stampede from our place was the result.

People who had built in Rome came to the conclusion that they had built in the wrong place; they began pulling down their buildings and moving them over to Hays City, and in less than three days our once flourishing city had dwindled down to the little store which Rose and I had built.
It was on a bright summer morning that we sat on a pine box in front of our crib, moodily viewing the demolition of the last building.