"Honest I'm telling you," said his henchman, "a strike will kill the bill. And the men on the road are getting ugly."
"Thanks," Ellis replied impatiently. The glow in his eyes suddenly became fierce, and the man took himself off.
All this was extremely irritating to Ellis; he felt more angry with his own men than with his opponents, and was ready to punish them for insubordination without considering the cause of their alarm. It was unfortunate for Mr. Price that he chose to come to Ellis just after his legislators had left him. Price wore the same uneasy air.
"Now, what are you worried about?" Ellis began on him.
It was his street-railway stock, Price explained. The quotations were so continually dropping——
"Only fifteen dollars!" Ellis interrupted scornfully.
"Yes," agreed Price, "but they will soon be down again to where I bought them."
"Bought?" sneered Ellis. "Bought!"
"Well——" hesitated Price.