"I've got you both dead to rights, you liars! ... You never
even tried to work on my plans for Number Ten."
"Neale, what in hell do you suppose we're out here for?" demanded
Coffee, harshly. "They're all getting a slice of this money. There's
barrels of it. The directors of the road are crooked. They play both
ends against the middle. They borrow money from the government and
then pay it out to themselves. You're one of these dreamers. You're
Lodge's pet. But you can't scare me."
"Coffee, if there was any law out here for stealing you'd go to
jail," declared Neale. "You're a thief, same as this pup who tried
to bribe me. You're worse. You've held up the line. You've ordered
your rotten work done over and over again. This is treachery to
General Lodge--to Henney, who sent you out here. And to me it's--
it's--there's no name low enough. I surveyed the line through here.
I drew the plans for Number Ten. And I'm going to prove you both
cheats. You and your contractor."
"Neale, there's more than us in the deal," said Coffee sullenly.
Colohan strode close, big and formidable. "If you mean me, you're a
liar," he declared. "An' don't say it!" Coffee was plainly
intimidated, and Colohan turned to Neale. "Boss, I swear I wasn't in
on this deal. Lately I guessed it was all wrong.
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