"_Nada_!" cried Dan Anderson.
"Me go back there and work on a salary for you?
Me check my immortal soul on your hat-rack?
Me live scared of my life, like all the rest of the slaves in that infernal system of living, that hell?
If I should do that, I'd be giving you some license for the opinion of me you once expressed, before you really knew me." "But what have you got out here ?" repeated the other, stupidly.
Dan Anderson made no answer, except a sweep of his hand to the mountains, and an unconscious swell of the broad chest beneath his blue shirt.
"What made you come ?" insisted Mr.Ellsworth, feeling around for the neck of the bottle, which had been forgotten.
"You know almighty well why I came.

But let that go.

Let's say I came for the express purpose of handling your local interests when you buy our coal-mines and try to get a railroad somewhere near our valley if you have luck later.

I'm going to be your kind and loving partner in that deal, and I'll soak you the limit in everything I do for you.
You watch me.

I'm going to stay here, and I'm going to work all I want to.