“It ought to have.”
“Most people seem to think it hasn’t even common honesty, because it has had to fight with such weapons as came to hand. Good Lord! does anybody suppose the railroads wanted to give passes and contribute to campaign funds, and maintain a lobby, and pay bribes? But they couldn’t get what they wanted any other way!”
Allan smiled.
“Sometimes they wanted things they hadn’t any business with,” he said, “and they’re suffering for it now. But I guess they’ll pull through. The public will see after a while that they’re not so black as they’re painted. And right here’s a chance to keep this one clean.”
Again Mr. Round nodded. Then he wheeled his chair around and for some moments sat staring thoughtfully out of the window. Then he wheeled sharply back.
“Schofield,” he said, “you tell Nixon to go ahead and call a strike, if he wants to.”
CHAPTER IX
A BUBBLE BURSTS
Allan was on his feet, his eyes shining.
“That’s great!” he said. “That’s great.”