"Come on, boys," he said, smiling and nodding right and left, "the drinks
are on me."
The men got up and filed into the bar, the old man and Sam remaining
seated in their chairs. They began talking in undertones.
"I'll start 'em thinking--these men," said the old man.
From his pocket he took a pamphlet and gave it to Sam. It was a crudely
written attack upon rich men and corporations.
"Some brains in the fellow who wrote that," said the old carpenter,
rubbing his hands together and smiling.
Sam did not think so. He sat reading it and listening to the loud,
boisterous voices of the men in the barroom. The florid-faced man was
explaining the details of a proposed town bond issue. Sam gathered that
the water power in the river was to be developed.
"We want to make this a live town," said the voice of Ed, earnestly.
The old man, leaning over and putting his hand beside his mouth, began
whispering to Sam.
"I'll bet there is a capitalist deal back of that power scheme," he said.
He nodded his head up and down and smiled knowingly.
"If there is Ed will be in on it," he added. "You can't lose Ed. He's a
slick one."
He took the pamphlet from Sam's hand and put it in his pocket.
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