“Well, I found out he was usin' Wilson's money, an' secretly buyin' fer him; an' what's more, he seems to have unlimited authority, an' a big bank account to draw from.”
There was a startled pause. It was broken by Miller, whose eyes were gleaming excitedly.
“It's blame good news,” he said, eying Alan.
“Do you think so?” said Alan, who was still under his cloud of displeasure with his friend.
“Yes; it simply means that Wilson intends to build that road. He's been quiet, and pretending indifference, for two reasons. First, to bring us to closer terms, and next to secure more land. Alan, my boy, the plot thickens! I'm getting that fellow right where I want him. Pole, you have brought us a dandy Christmas gift, but I 'll be blamed if you get a thing for it. I don't intend to get shot.”
Then they all went to find Bishop to tell him the news.