"Go ahead and do what you want
to do."
Sam rode back to the office and called his lieutenants about him. He felt
that the thing might as well be done and over, and with the options in his
hands, and the ability he thought he had to control his own company, he
was ready to come out into the open and get the deal cleaned up.
The morning papers that carried the story of the proposed big new
consolidation of firearms companies carried also an almost life-size
halftone of Colonel Tom Rainey, a slightly smaller one of Tom Edwards, and
grouped about these, small pictures of Sam, Lewis, Prince, Webster, and
several of the eastern men. By the size of the half-tone, Sam, Prince, and
Morrison had tried to reconcile Colonel Tom to Edwards' name in the title
of the new company and to Edwards' coming election as president. The story
also played up the past glories of the Rainey Company and its directing
genius, Colonel Tom. One phrase, written by Morrison, brought a smile to
Sam's lips.
"This grand old patriarch of American business, retired now from active
service, is like a tired giant, who, having raised a brood of young
giants, goes into his castle to rest and reflect and to count the scars
won in many a hard-fought battle.
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