He'll sic the--the 'System' onto you, won't he ?" It was evident that Sam had been reading the magazines.
I heard no more from Captain Jed and nothing from the mysterious "Development Company" for the remainder of that week.

But on Sunday, as I sat in the boat house, smoking my after dinner pipe and reading, Lute excitedly entered, followed by a well-dressed, smooth-shaven man of middle age, whom he introduced as Mr.Keene of Boston, "who's driven all the way from Ostable a-purpose to see you, Ros." Mr.Keene shook hands with me cordially and apologized for intruding upon my day of rest.

He intended returning to the city in the morning, he said, and, as he had a little matter to discuss with me, had taken the liberty of calling.

"I shan't take more than half an hour of your time, Mr.Paine," he explained.

"At least I feel certain that you and I can reach an agreement in that period.