I suppose of course you figure on eventually securing control in some way or other." "Not being an infant, I do," returned Sam, flicking his whip at a weed and gathering his lines up quickly as the mettled horses jumped.
"I don't know of any one person who's going to buy enough stock to help you out in that plan; unless I should do it myself," suggested Westlake, and waited.
Sam surveyed the other man long and silently.

Westlake, as the largest minority shareholder, had done some very strange things to corporations in his time.
"Neither do I," said Sam non-committally.
There was another long silence.
"If you carry through this Marsh Pulp Company to a successful termination, you will be fairly well fixed for a young man, won't you ?" the older man ventured by and by.
"Well," hesitated Sam, "I'll have a start anyhow." "I should say you would," Westlake assured him, placing his hands in his favorite position for contemplative discussion.

"You'll have a good enough start to enable you to settle down." "Yes," admitted Sam.
"What you need, my boy, is a wife," went on Mr.Westlake.

"No man's business career is properly assured until he has a wife to steady him down." "I believe that," agreed Sam.

"I've come to the same conclusion myself, and to tell you the truth of the matter I've been contemplating marriage very seriously since I've been down here." "Good!" approved Westlake.