Of course--well, you know, in a good many cases of this sort, there's a girl at the bottom of the Western emigration." "What girl ?" asked Porter Barkley, sharply.
"One back East somewhere," said Ellsworth, evasively.
Porter Barkley came and seated himself beside the older man, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, meditatively crumbling a bit of bark in his hands.
"I was just going to say, Mr.Ellsworth," said he, "that a girl in a case like this--always provided that this man is as influential as you think--may be a mighty useful thing.

Maybe you couldn't buy the man for himself, but you could buy him for the girl.

Do you see ?" Ellsworth did not answer.
"He wants to make good, we'll say," went on Barkley.

"He wants to go back East with a little roll.

Now, we give him a chance to make good.
We give him more money than he ever saw before in his life, and set him up as leading citizen, all that sort of thing.