“I am very well satisfied with your plan, and I believe you have the ability to carry it out.”
He threw aside his coat and vest and sat down to take off his shoes. “Don't saddle yourself with too much work. Keep enough of an office force to save yourself wherever you can. I think, if orders continue to come in as they have been doing, the shops promise well. It just shows what a little energy will accomplish.”
“With judicious nursing in the start, there should be plenty of work for us, and we are well equipped to handle it.”
“Yes,” agreed Cornish. “A lot of money was spent on the plant. I wanted it just right.”
“I can't understand why more hasn't been done with the opportunity here.”
“I've never been able to find the proper man to take hold, until I found you, Oakley. You have given me a better insight into conditions than I have had at any time since I built the road, and it ain't such a bad proposition, after all, especially the shops.” The general turned out the gas as he spoke, and Oakley, as he stood in the doorway of his own room, saw dimly a white figure moving in the direction of the bed.
“I'd figure close on all repair work. The thing is to get them into the habit of coming to us. Don't forget the call, please. Six-thirty sharp.”
The slats creaked and groaned beneath his weight. “Good-night.”