Buck Ogilvy; and out of the experiences gained
in other railroad-building enterprises, the said Ogilvy, while
startled, was not stunned by the suddenness and immensity of the
order so casually given him by his youthful employer, for he had
already devoted to the matter of that crossing the better part of the
preceding night. Also he had investigated, indexed, and cross-indexed
the city council with a view to ascertaining how great or how little
would be the effort he must devote to obtaining from it the coveted
franchise.
"Got to run a sandy on the Mayor," Buck soliloquized as he walked
rapidly uptown. "And I'll have to be mighty slick about it, too, or
I'll get my fingers in the jam. If I get the Mayor on my side--if I
get him to the point where he thinks well of me and would like to
oblige me without prejudicing himself financially or politically--I
can get that temporary franchise. Now, how shall I proceed to sneak
up on that oily old cuss's blind side?"
Two blocks farther on, Mr. Ogilvy paused and snapped his fingers
vigorously. "Eureka!" he murmured. "I've got Poundstone by the tail
on a downhill haul. Is it a cinch? Well, I just guess I should tell a
man!"
He hurried to the telephone building and put in a long-distance call
for the San Francisco office of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber Company.
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