"
"Eminently so," gasped the young disciple of Blackstone.
"Very well, then; let us proceed to business." Buck removed from a
small leather bag a bale of legal-looking documents. "I have here,"
he announced, "agreements from landowners along the proposed right of
way of the N. C. O. to give to that company, on demand, within one
year from date, satisfactory deeds covering rights of way which are
minutely described in the said agreements. I wish these deeds
prepared for signing and recording at the earliest possible moment."
"You shall have them at this time to-morrow," Henry promised.
The head of Henry Poundstone, Junior, was held high for the first
time since he had flung forth his modest shingle to the breezes of
Sequoia six months before, and there was an unaccustomed gleam of
importance in his pale eyes as he rushed into big father's office in
the city hall.
"By jinks, Dad!" he exulted. "I've hooked a fish at last--and he's a
whopper."
"Omit the cheers, my boy. Remember I sent that fish to you," his
father answered with a bland and indulgent smile. "What are you doing
for Ogilvy, and how large a retainer did he give you?"
"I'm making out deeds to his rights of way. Ordinarily it's about a
fifty-dollar job, but without waiting to discuss finances he handed
me out two hundred and fifty dollars.
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