A good many cattle owners will be glad to take twenty, and even fifteen, before long." "But if there are no cars ?" smiled Lawler.
Again he saw Warden's face redden.
"A shortage of cars would mean a shortage of cattle in the East, I reckon," went on Lawler.

"And a shortage of cattle would mean higher prices for those that got through.

But I'm not arguing--nor am I accepting twenty-five for my cattle.

I reckon I'll have to ship my stock East." "Well, I wish you luck," said Warden.
He turned his back to Lawler, bending over his desk.
Something in his voice--a hint of mockery tempered with rage--brought Lawler to a pause as he crossed the threshold of the doorway.

He turned and looked back at Warden, puzzled, for it seemed to him that Warden was defying him; and he seemed to feel the atmosphere of complacence that surrounded the man.