"The Farmers' League won't stand—"
"Precisely. The Farmers' League can do the cornering and hold it for higher prices."
"Lord, son! if we only could!" groaned the Colonel.
"We can; we'll have unlimited credit."
"But—but—" stuttered the bewildered Colonel, "I don't understand. Why should the trust—"
"Nonsense, Father—what's the use of understanding. Our advantage is plain, and John Taylor guarantees the thing."
"Who's John Taylor?" snorted the Colonel. "Why should we trust him?"
"Well," said Harry slowly, "he wants to marry Helen—"
His father grew apopletic.
"I'm not saying he will, Father; I'm only saying that he wants to," Harry made haste to placate the rising tide of wrath.