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“
What
’
s
the
price
of
hops
got
to
do
with
you
?
”
“
It
’
s
got
THIS
to
do
with
us
,
”
returned
the
other
with
a
sudden
aggressiveness
,
“
that
the
freight
rate
has
gone
up
to
meet
the
price
.
We
’
re
not
doing
business
for
our
health
.
My
orders
are
to
raise
your
rate
to
five
cents
,
and
I
think
you
are
getting
off
easy
.
”
Dyke
stared
in
blank
astonishment
.
For
the
moment
,
the
audacity
of
the
affair
was
what
most
appealed
to
him
.
He
forgot
its
personal
application
.
“
Good
Lord
,
”
he
murmured
,
“
good
Lord
!
What
will
you
people
do
next
?
Look
here
.
What
’
s
your
basis
of
applying
freight
rates
,
anyhow
?
”
he
suddenly
vociferated
with
furious
sarcasm
.
“
What
’
s
your
rule
?
What
are
you
guided
by
?
”
But
at
the
words
,
S
.
Behrman
,
who
had
kept
silent
during
the
heat
of
the
discussion
,
leaned
abruptly
forward
.
For
the
only
time
in
his
knowledge
,
Dyke
saw
his
face
inflamed
with
anger
and
with
the
enmity
and
contempt
of
all
this
farming
element
with
whom
he
was
contending
.
“
Yes
,
what
’
s
your
rule
?
What
’
s
your
basis
?
”
demanded
Dyke
,
turning
swiftly
to
him
.
S
.
Behrman
emphasised
each
word
of
his
reply
with
a
tap
of
one
forefinger
on
the
counter
before
him
:
“
All
—
the
—
traffic
—
will
—
bear
.
”
The
ex
-
engineer
stepped
back
a
pace
,
his
fingers
on
the
ledge
of
the
counter
,
to
steady
himself
.
He
felt
himself
grow
pale
,
his
heart
became
a
mere
leaden
weight
in
his
chest
,
inert
,
refusing
to
beat
.
