Beneath his eyes, sodden bags of flesh hung pendant.

His lips, loose and lascivious, now sucked indolently at the costly cigar he was smoking as he sat leaning far back in his desk-chair.

And so those two, angry accuser and indifferent accused, faced each other for a moment; while, incessant, dull, mighty, the thunders of the giant cataract mingled with the trembling diapason of the stupendous turbines in the rock-hewn caverns where old Niagara now toiled in fetters, to swell their power and fling gold into their bottomless coffers.
"See here!" Flint repeated angrily, once more shaking the dispatches at his mate.

"Even our wireless system, all over the west and southwest, has quit working! And you sit there staring at me like--like--" "That'll do, Flint!" the younger man retorted in a rough, hoarse voice.
"If there's any trouble, I'll find it and repair it.

Very well.