He came into his father's money, just after he went out of office, and bought into the East Coast Machinery Company when it was on its last legs.
His money was like new blood.

They've got a good big plant.

He's president," again the smile, "and I know he'd be glad to have your order." Houston continued the sarcasm.
"I'd be overjoyed to give it to him.

In fact, I think I'd refuse to buy any machinery if I couldn't get it from such a dear friend as Worthington was.

It wasn't his fault that I wasn't sent to the penitentiary." "No, that's right, boy." Old Lawyer Mason was quietly reminiscent.
"He tried his best.