Besides, this town is going to grow and I'm going to help it along.

They are all dead out here--embalmed, some of them--but dead." Here he opened the pamphlet of the company--"See this house--an hour from New York; high ground; view of the harbor--( all a lie, Jack, but it goes all the same); sewers, running water, gas (lot of the last,--most of it in the prospectus) It's called Elm Crest--beautiful, isn't it,--and not a stump within half a mile." Jack always remembered the interview.

That Garry should help along anything that he took an interest in was quite in the line of his ambition and ability.

Minott was as "smart as a steel trap," Holker Morris had always said of him, "and a wonderful fellow among the men.
He can get anything out of them; he would really make a good politician.
His handling of the Corn Exchange showed that." And so it was not surprising,--not to Jack,--that when a new village councilman was to be elected, Garry should have secured votes enough to be included among their number.

Nor was it at all wonderful that after taking his seat he should have been placed in charge of the village funds so far as the expenditures for contract work went.