It'll mean--" "It'll mean ten years this time, and a good job, too.

You poor fool, do you think you can talk me out of this?
You, you sawdust- head?
What do you think I came into your hole here for?
I came here so's you'd know what I was goin' to do to your precious chums.
I wanted to tell you and have the fun of watchin' you squirm.
Well, I'm havin' the fun, plenty of it.

Squirm, you Wall Street bloodsucker, squirm." He fairly stood on tiptoe to scream the last command.

To a disinterested observer the scene might have had some elements of farce comedy.

Certainly Phineas, his hat fallen off and under foot, his scanty gray hair tousled and his pugnacious chin beard bristling, was funny to look at.