“Good fellow, Boyle, I reckon,” said Hull, “but a little unpractical, eh?”
“Yes,” agreed Daggett, “he is somewhat visionary. But I begin to think he is on the right track.”
“How? What do you mean?”
“I mean the West is beginning to lose its wool, and it's time this country was getting civilized. That fool editor of The Pioneer thinks that because he keeps wearing buckskin pants and a cowboy hat, he can keep back the wheels of time. He hasn't brains enough to last him over night. Boyle says he sees the signs of a coming storm. I believe I see them, too.”
“Signs?” inquired Hull.
“Yes, the East is taking notice. The big corporations are being held responsible for their men, their health, and their morals. 'Mexico,' too, has something up his sleeve. He's acting queer, and this Boyle's brother is taking a hand, I believe.”
“The doctor, eh? Pshaw! let him.”
“Do you know him?”
“Not well.”
“You get next him quick. He's the coming man in this country, don't forget it.”