“And do all you can to injure those who have been your best friends,” howled Tommy.
“Why, I was told this forenoon to do what I pleased. This is fair competition. If people wish to ride on the railroad, they may do so. We will not prevent them from going whichever way they please. If you are not satisfied with your last move, you can make another. I am sorry you exhibit so much feeling about the matter,” I continued.
“Wolf, this is rascally,” said the major, as he saw the passengers crowding on board of the Ucayga. “You have cut under in the price, too.”
“The president of the steamboat company thinks he can carry passengers for a dollar and a half.”
“But I will carry them for a dollar!” exclaimed the major.
“For half a dollar!” added Tommy.
“I do not fix the prices for the steamboat company; but I suppose they can carry passengers as cheaply as any other line.”
“All aboard for Hitaca!” shouted the runners.
“Gentlemen, this is an imposition!” shouted Major Toppleton, beside himself with rage. “This boat goes only to Centreport!”
“Gentlemen, you shall be landed at Hitaca at half-past seven!” I cried, to counteract the effect of his words.