The rest of it is trash.

You were not paid for your advice on that.

When I want law I go to a lawyer." Mr.Rhodes rose angrily.
"Well, you have for nothing an opinion that is worth more than that of every rascally politician that has sold you his opinion and himself, and you will find it out." Mr.Wickersham did find it out.

However much was published about it, the road was not built for years.

The legislative charters, gotten through by Mr.J.Quincy Plume and his confreres, which were to turn that region into a modern Golconda, were swept away with the legislatures that created them, and new charters had to be obtained.
Squire Rawson, however, went on buying cattle and, report said, mineral rights, and Gordon Keith still followed doggedly the track along which Mr.Rhodes had passed, sure that sometime he should find him a great man, building bridges and cutting tunnels, commanding others and sending them to right or left with a swift wave of his arm as of old.