"Not monopoly," the old man replied with a ring to his voice, which made it younger, fresher.

"Not monopoly, but better management of the railways, with more wages, more money to spend on things to eat and drink and wear, more dollars in the pocket of everybody that works in Manitou and Lebanon.

Ingolby works, he doesn't loaf." "Oh, gosh all hell, he's a dynamo," shouted a voice from the crowd.
"He's a dynamo running the whole show-eh!" The old man seemed to grow shorter, but as he thrust his shoulders forward, it was like a machine gathering energy and power.
"I'll tell you, friends, what Ingolby is trying to do," he said in a low voice vibrating with that force which belongs neither to age nor youth, but is the permanent activity uniting all ages of a man.

"Of course, Ingolby is ambitious and he wants power.

He tries to do the big things in the world because there is the big thing to do--for sure.