"I _do_ accept, and with a big capital 'A'." "As to your salary," continued Mr.Newnham, "nothing has been said about that, and nothing need be said until we see whether the road is operating in season to save its charter.

If we save our charter and the road, your salary will be in line with the size of the achievement." "If we should lose the charter, sir," Tom retorted, his face clouding, "I don't believe I'd take any interest in the salary question.
Money is a fine thing, but the game---the battle---is twenty times more interesting.

However, I'm going to predict, Mr.Newnham, that the road WILL operate on time." "I believe you're going to make good, Reade, no matter what a small coterie of politicians at Denver may think.

I never met a man who had success stamped more plainly on his face than you have.

By the way, I shall ask you to keep Mr.Howe as an assistant.
You still have the appointment of one other assistant, in place of Mr.Blaisdell." "I know the fellow I'd like to appoint," cried Tom eagerly.
"If you're sure about him, then go ahead and appoint him," responded the president of the S.B.