" Do you think for a minute I'd let a bunch of lily-fingered
crooks put anything like that over on simple, square-dealing fellows
who were too honest to protect their own interests from sharp practice?
A quartet of soft-bodied mongrels who sat in upholstered office chairs
while these others wallowed through six feet of snow for three weeks,
living on bacon and beans, to grab a pot of gold for them! It makes my
fist double up when I think about it.
And I wouldn't be put off or placated by a chance to fatten my own bank
roll. I didn't care if I broke the Free Gold Mining Company and myself
likewise. A dollar doesn't terrify nor yet fascinate me--I hope it
never will. And while, perhaps, it was not what they would call good
form for me to lose my temper and go at them with my fists, I was
fighting mad when I thoroughly sensed their dirty project. Anyway, it
helped bring them to time. When you take a man of that type and cuff
him around with your two hands he's apt to listen serious to what you
say. And they listened when I told them in dead earnest next day that
Whitey Lewis and his partners must have what was due them, or I'd wreck
the bunch of them if it took ten years and every dollar I had to do it.
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