He was all alive for a fine profit.
"No, no, no," he declared, over and over, when approached by the representatives of Mr.Sylvester Toomey, Cowperwood's ubiquitous land-agent.

"I don't want to sell.

Go away." Mr.Sylvester Toomey was finally at his wit's end, and complained to Cowperwood, who at once sent for those noble beacons of dark and stormy waters, General Van Sickle and the Hon.

Kent Barrows McKibben.

The General was now becoming a little dolty, and Cowperwood was thinking of pensioning him; but McKibben was in his prime--smug, handsome, deadly, smooth.