If Senator Hanway might only get the Anaconda Airline to crack the thong of its authority over these recalcitrants, they could be whipped into the Frost traces.

Not one would dare defy an Anaconda order; it would be political hari-kari.

At this point our wily Senator Hanway began laying plans to bring Mr.Gwynn within his reach; it was in deference to those plans that our solemn capitalist found himself upon Mrs.Hanway-Harley's hospitable right hand on that evening of the dinner, with his severe legs outstretched beneath the Harley mahogany.
"I will see you to-morrow--with your permission," observed Senator Hanway, as he parted with Mr.Gwynn.
When Mr.Gwynn returned from Mrs.Hanway-Harley's he stood in the middle of the floor, and told Richard, word for word, all that had taken place.
The latter young gentleman was in a prodigious good humor.

For the first time in his life he had done a day's work, being the twenty-five hundred word story written and dispatched to the _Daily Tory_, and that was one reason for joy.

Besides, there was the manager's wire of praise--and Richard thought it marked a weakness in him--that, too, had warmed the cockles of his heart.