"Ford is in Denver; he came in from Chicago last night. Why don't you go up to the Brown and have it out with him?"
"Fight it out, d'ye mean?"
"Certainly not. Make friends with him."
The contractor sat back in his chair and plunged his stubby hands deep into his pockets.
"Give me the sthraight tip, Misther North."
"It ought to suggest itself to you. This is a big job, with a great deal of money passing. Your profits, over and above what you will make out of the company, will be quite large. Ford is an ambitious young man, and he is not building railroads for his health."
The MacMorrogh was nodding slowly. Nevertheless, he made difficulties.
"Me hand's not light enough for that, Misther North."
Again the general manager smiled.
"You require a deal of prompting, sometimes, Brian. What's the matter with a trusty go-between?"