“Precisely, just as they are,” he admitted dryly. “Then the side that loses will not be so disappointed, since the value of the veins will be less. Besides, stealing ore openly doesn’t count. It is really a moral obligation in a fight like this,” he explained.
“A moral obligation?”
“Exactly. You can’t hit a trust over the head with the decalogue. Modern business is war. Somebody is bound to get hurt. If I win out it will be because I put up a better fight than the Consolidated, and cripple it enough to make it let me alone. I’m looking out for myself, and I don’t pretend to be any better than my neighbors. When you get down to bed-rock honesty, I’ve never seen it in business. We’re all of us as honest as we think we can afford to be. I haven’t noticed that there is any premium on it in Mesa. Might makes right. I’ll win if I’m strong enough; I’ll fail if I’m not. That’s the law of life. I didn’t make this strenuous little world, and I’m not responsible for it. If I play I have to take the rules the way they are, not the way I should like them to be. I’m not squeamish, and I’m not a hypocrite. Simon Harley isn’t squeamish, either, but he happens to be a hypocrite. So there you have the difference between us.”
The president of the Mesa Ore-producing Company set forth his creed jauntily, without the least consciousness of need for apology for the fact that it happened to be divorced from morality. Its frank disregard of ethical considerations startled Miss Balfour without shocking her. She liked his candor, even though it condemned him. It was really very nice of him to take her impudence so well. He certainly wasn’t a prig, anyway.
“And morality,” she suggested tentatively.
“—hasn’t a thing to do with success, the parsons to the contrary notwithstanding. The battle is to the strong.”
“Then the Consolidated will beat you finally.”
He smiled. “They would if I’d let them; but brains and resource and finesse all count for power. Granted that they have a hundred dollars to my one. Still, I have elements of strength they can’t even estimate. David beat Goliath, you know, even though he didn’t do it with a big stick.”
“So you think morality is for old women?”
“And young women,” he amended, smiling.