"What was your object, Mr.Green--since the land is worthless ?" "My object don't matter to anyone but myself." Andy busied himself with his smoking material and did not look at her.
"Oh, but it Does! It matters to me, Mr.Green, and to my company, and to our clients." "I'll have to buy me a new dictionary," Andy observed casually, reaching behind him to scratch a match on the skirt of his saddle.

"The one I've got don't say anything about 'client' and 'victim' meaning the same thing.

It's getting all outa date." "I brought enough clients"-- she emphasized the word--"to settle every eighty acres of land in that whole tract.

The policy of the company was eminently fair.

We guaranteed to furnish a claim of eighty, acres to every person who joined our homeseekers' Club, and free pasturage to all the stock they wanted to bring.