"Fight business!" It was almost a groan. "Tell him, Ellis, what a serious thing this is. You agree with me in that, don't you?"
"Entirely."
"And that the 'Clarion' can't afford to touch the thing at all? You're with me there, too, aren't you?"
"Absolutely not."
"You're going to stand by and see my boy turn traitor to his class?"
"Damn his class," said McGuire Ellis, in mild, conversational tones.
"As much as you like," agreed the other, "in talk. But when it comes to print, remember, it's our class that's got the money."
"Wouldn't it be a refreshing change," suggested Ellis, "to have one paper in Worthington that money won't buy?"
"All very well, if you were strong enough." The wily old charlatan shifted his ground. "Wait until you've built up to it. Then, when you've got the public, you can afford to be independent."
"Get your price and then reform. Is that the idea, Father?" said Hal.