"No—for if I took anything away from Cottswold and added it to Andersonville, then the Cottswold authorities would become my adversaries, too ... the only thing I can do," he added, "is what I meant to do all along,—as soon as our 'city' has grown important enough—have 'Perfection City' made a postoffice."
"And then make enemies of both towns at once?"
He threw up his hands in despair and walked away.
Having quit work with the gang that was laying out the streets of the future city through the pines, I was entirely out of the few dollars my several weeks' work had enabled me to save ... though but little was needed to exist by, in that community of simple livers ... my procuring my tent free had rendered me quite independent....
One afternoon Barton met me on the dam-head.
"Come on in swimming with me ... I have something to talk with you about," he said.
We swam around and talked, as nonchalantly as two other men would have done, sitting in their club.
"How would you like to work for me again?"
"What is it you want me to work at?"