It would be our turn then to issue German defiances, and use Monroe to milk the Market." "Yes," assented Mr.Harley, a greedy twinkle in his eye, "a White House should place us on high ground." Mr.Harley, being thus reminded of the osprey pool, remarked that he received a line that afternoon saying the mysterious builder of the corner in Northern Consolidated had been discovered in Robert Lance Bayard.

The old gray buccaneer would at once learn the terms upon which they might ransom themselves.
"If it be so much as three millions for our share," said Senator Hanway, "it will cut us both off at the roots.

Three millions would take the last bond and the last share of stock in our boxes." "The offer will be made for a million a man," said Mr.Harley; "but should Mr.Bayard refuse, there's no help.

He holds us at his mercy." "Absolutely!" assented Senator Hanway, with a sigh.

Then in livelier manner: "Still, as I observed, we must console ourselves with a Presidency.