If he is alive let him do the talkin'--he will soon kill himself."
Fitz kept still because he felt sure if he could get hold of Klutchem
the whole affair--either outcome powder or law--could be prevented.
"Just as I had got the syndicate to look into the coal land," said
Fitz, "which is the only thing the colonel's got worth talking about,
here he goes and gets into a first-class cast-iron scrape like this.
What a lovely old idiot he is! But I tell you, Major, something has
got to be done about this shooting business right away! Here I have
arranged for a meeting at the colonel's house on Saturday to discuss
this new coal development, and the syndicate's agent is coming, and
yet we can't for the life of us tell whether the colonel will be on
his way home in a pine box or locked up here for trying to murder that
old windbag. It's horrible!
"And to cap the climax,"--and he pulled out the crumpled
telegrams,--"here come a gang of fire-eaters who will make it twice
as difficult for me to settle anything.
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