"Good dog," observed John.
"Money couldn't buy him. I saw that fellow Bolles to-day,"
tentatively.
"Bolles?" John did not recollect the name.
"The fellow you nearly throttled the other night," explained
Warrington. "He looked pretty well battered up. I never saw you lose
your temper so quickly before."
"He struck me without provocation, at the wrong moment. Who is going
to speak to-night?"
"Donnelly and Rudolph."
"What do you think? Donnelly called me up by 'phone this afternoon.
Wants to know if I really intend to tear down the shops. I told him I
had nothing to say on the subject."
"Tear them down. I should. You're a rich man."
"Money isn't the question. The thing is, what shall I do? I'm not
fitted for anything else."
"Tear down the shops and then build them up again, after a few years.
It will be a good lesson to these union leaders. And you could have
the fun of fighting to build up the trade your father left. You were
talking once of rebuilding entirely."
"Not a bad idea, Dick. Only, I feel sorry for the men."
"Why? Are they free men or are they not? It rested with them just as
much as it did with you.
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