“Well, a man came to our town that looked like he owned the earth. He was all dressed up, and had scads of money. He let on he was goin’ to build a factory and manufacture things.”
“Try to sell stock.”
“No. He wouldn’t let anybody buy. He said it was all for him and he wanted all the profits.”
“That don’t sound like a cheating scheme, Son.”
“You wait. This man used to run one of them medicine-shows with a gasolene-torch and Injuns and teeth pulled free, and cheat old wimmin by sellin’ ’em medicine that wa’n’t no good. That’s how we come to suspicion him.”
“How do you know that?”
“We know it all right. We know!”
“All right. Do the rest of the folks know?”
“Nobody knows but us—And we dassent tell. If we did we’d git into trouble, because folks is crazy about this man. They jest foller him around tryin’ to buy stock in his factory.”
“But he won’t sell?”