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In
a
second
the
whole
affair
,
in
all
its
bearings
,
went
speeding
before
the
eye
of
his
imagination
like
the
rapid
unrolling
of
a
panorama
.
Every
cent
of
his
earnings
was
sunk
in
this
hop
business
of
his
.
More
than
that
,
he
had
borrowed
money
to
carry
it
on
,
certain
of
success
—
borrowed
of
S
.
Behrman
,
offering
his
crop
and
his
little
home
as
security
.
Once
he
failed
to
meet
his
obligations
,
S
.
Behrman
would
foreclose
.
Not
only
would
the
Railroad
devour
every
morsel
of
his
profits
,
but
also
it
would
take
from
him
his
home
;
at
a
blow
he
would
be
left
penniless
and
without
a
home
.
What
would
then
become
of
his
mother
—
and
what
would
become
of
the
little
tad
?
She
,
whom
he
had
been
planning
to
educate
like
a
veritable
lady
.
For
all
that
year
he
had
talked
of
his
ambition
for
his
little
daughter
to
every
one
he
met
.
All
Bonneville
knew
of
it
.
What
a
mark
for
gibes
he
had
made
of
himself
.
The
workingman
turned
farmer
!
What
a
target
for
jeers
—
he
who
had
fancied
he
could
elude
the
Railroad
!
He
remembered
he
had
once
said
the
great
Trust
had
overlooked
his
little
enterprise
,
disdaining
to
plunder
such
small
fry
.
He
should
have
known
better
than
that
.
How
had
he
ever
imagined
the
Road
would
permit
him
to
make
any
money
?
Anger
was
not
in
him
yet
;
no
rousing
of
the
blind
,
white
-
hot
wrath
that
leaps
to
the
attack
with
prehensile
fingers
,
moved
him
.
The
blow
merely
crushed
,
staggered
,
confused
.
He
stepped
aside
to
give
place
to
a
coatless
man
in
a
pink
shirt
,
who
entered
,
carrying
in
his
hands
an
automatic
door
-
closing
apparatus
.
“
Where
does
this
go
?
”
inquired
the
man
.
Dyke
sat
down
for
a
moment
on
a
seat
that
had
been
removed
from
a
worn
-
out
railway
car
to
do
duty
in
Ruggles
’
s
office
.
On
the
back
of
a
yellow
envelope
he
made
some
vague
figures
with
a
stump
of
blue
pencil
,
multiplying
,
subtracting
,
perplexing
himself
with
many
errors
.
S
.
Behrman
,
the
clerk
,
and
the
man
with
the
door
-
closing
apparatus
involved
themselves
in
a
long
argument
,
gazing
intently
at
the
top
panel
of
the
door
.
The
man
who
had
come
to
fix
the
apparatus
was
unwilling
to
guarantee
it
,
unless
a
sign
was
put
on
the
outside
of
the
door
,
warning
incomers
that
the
door
was
self
-
closing
.
This
sign
would
cost
fifteen
cents
extra
.
“
But
you
didn
’
t
say
anything
about
this
when
the
thing
was
ordered
,
”
declared
S
.
Behrman
.
“
No
,
I
won
’
t
pay
it
,
my
friend
.
It
’
s
an
overcharge
.
”
“
You
needn
’
t
think
,
”
observed
the
clerk
,
“
that
just
because
you
are
dealing
with
the
Railroad
you
are
going
to
work
us
.
”
Genslinger
came
in
,
accompanied
by
Delaney
.
S
.
Behrman
and
the
clerk
,
abruptly
dismissing
the
man
with
the
door
-
closing
machine
,
put
themselves
behind
the
counter
and
engaged
in
conversation
with
these
two
.
Genslinger
introduced
Delaney
.
