By installing it on our fruit cars and boats, and our beef cars, the saving effected in many ways would run to millions.

The sale of nitrogen, for fertilizer, would net us billions.

And, above all, the control of the world's air supply, for breathing, would make us the absolute, undisputed masters of mankind! "We'd have the world by the windpipe.

Its very life-breath would be at our disposal.

Ha! What about revolution, then?
What about popular discontent, and stiff-necked legislators, and cranky editors?
What about commercial and financial rivals?
What about these damned Socialists, with their brass-lunged bazoo, howling about monopoly and capitalism and all the rest of it?
Eh, what?
Just one squeeze," here Flint closed his corded, veinous fingers, "just one tightening of the fist, and--all over! We win, hands down!" "Like shutting the wind off from a runaway horse, eh ?" suggested Waldron, squinting at his cigar as though to hide the involuntary gleam of light that sparkled in his narrow-set eyes.
"Precisely!" assented Flint, smiling his gold-toothed smile.