"In Millionaire Row, the way I figure it," says I to him, "the Wisners is the king bees?"
He nods.
"I'm afraid that's about the truth. At least that's the way they think it is—the old man and the old lady. Folks that don't swing in line with their ways they get froze out."
"Is that so?" says I, getting hot under the collar right away. "Well, let me tell you something: When it comes to playing any kind of freeze-out, where Old Man Wright is concerned, believe me, there's two sides to that game. Do you see?"
I looked straight at him, and I went on:
"Nobody ever seen Old Man Wright weaken in nothing he once begun. As for money, he can't be making less than a million a month or so right here in this town where he is now. He's one of them kind that does."
"I believe you," says he. "Was you saying that your folks used to own the Circle Arrow Ranch out in Wyoming?"
"Uh-huh; and I wisht we did right now."
"That's funny," says he. "And you sold it to a syndicate?"
"Uh-huh—damn 'em!"