I've seen men before in a tight hole who swore they wouldn't take the terms handed them, but they always did in the end, and so will you.

Only a fool wouldn't.

And I fancy Carrigan won't sacrifice a good piece of work in a dull season and pull off his men and teams." Pat hoisted himself off his seat stiffly.
"Why don't your outfit sell instead of trying to buy ?" he asked, crossing to Lee's desk and obtaining a can of tobacco sitting there.
"I suppose they'll sell." He began to stuff his pipe, pressing the tobacco into the bowl with a brown forefinger.
"Certainly; they would unload what they have in this rotten project so fast that the bonds would smoke.

But who in the devil would touch them ?" "I might." "You ?" Gretzinger began to laugh.

"What have you besides your outfit?
They're not taking worn-out fresnos in exchange to-day, thank you." "And what are the three bondholders you represent worth ?" Pat inquired, in a nettled tone.
"Half a million each, or more." Carrigan's brows rose contemptuously.
"Is that all ?" he exclaimed.