But you know all about it.

For some mysterious reason, somebody--you say it's Whitney, and probably it is--won't let me buy grain or anything else as cheaply as others buy it.

And for the same mysterious reason, somebody, probably Whitney again, won't let me get to market without paying a heavier toll than our competitors pay.

And now for some mysterious reason somebody, probably Whitney again, has sent labor organizers from Chicago among the men and has induced them to make impossible demands and to walk out without warning." "And you think there's nothing to do but walk out, too," said Madelene.
"Or wait until I'm put out." His tone made those words mean that his desperate situation had roused his combativeness, that he would not give up.

Her blood beat faster and her eyes shone.