Jonas Rodney may not be gifted with a giant intellect, but he is cunning." "The cunning of a precocious boy," prompted Eustace Eubanks, who was one of us.

"He is well aware that we would not dare attempt lawless violence." "Exactly, Eustace," answered Solon.

"I tell you, gentlemen, this thriving little town needs a canning factory, as we all know; but more than a canning factory it needs a Boss,--one of those strong characters that make tools of their fellow-men, who rule our cities with an iron hand but take care to keep the hand in a velvet glove,--a Boss that is diplomatic, yet an autocrat." That careless use of the term "Boss" was afterward seen to be unfortunate for Solon.

They remembered it against him.
"That's right," said Westley Keyts.

"Let's be diplomatic with him." "How would _you_ begin, Westley, if you don't mind telling us ?" Solon had already begun to shape a scheme of his own.
"Why," answered Westley, looking very earnest, "just go up to him in a quiet, refined manner--no blustering, understand--and say in a low tone, kind of off-hand but serious, 'Now, look a' here, Potts, old boy, let's talk this thing over like a couple of gentlemen had ought to.' 'Well, all right,' says Potts, 'that's fair--I couldn't refuse _that_ as from one gentleman to another gentleman.' Well, then, say to him, 'Now, Potts, you know as well as any man in this town that you're an all-round no-good--you're a human _Not_--and a darn scalawag into the bargain.