He's for his own pocket, he's for being boss of all the woolly West.

He's after keeping us poor and making himself rich.

He's after getting the cinch on two towns and three railways, and doing what he likes with it all; and we're after not having him do it, you bet.

That's how it is, old hoss." The other stroked his beard with hands which, somehow, gave little indication of age, and then, with a sudden jerk forward of his head, he said: "Oh, it's like that, eh?
Is that what M'sieu' Marchand told you?
That's what he said, is it ?" The big river-driver, eager to maintain his supreme place as leader, lunged forward a step, and growled a challenge.
"Who said it?
What does it matter if M'sieu' Marchand said it--it's true.

If I said it, it's true.