Terminal facilities large--?
do you understand?
Eh, Toll ?" Mr.Talbot laughed.
"I don't think you need any suggestions from me," he said.
"No; the General can manage this thing without help.

He only wanted to open your eyes a little, and get you ready for your day's work.

You fellows who fiddle around with a few goods need waking up occasionally.
Now, Toll, go off and let the General get up.

I must have a railroad before night, or I shall not be able to sleep a wink.

By-by!" Talbot turned to leave the room, when Mr.Belcher arrested him with the question: "Toll, would you like an office in the Crooked Valley corporation ?" Talbot knew that the corporation would have a disgraceful history, and a disastrous end--that it would be used by the General for the purposes of stealing, and that the head of it would not be content to share the plunder with others.