We ain't
goin' to be ground under by no graspin' mono'ly, we ain't, an' yer'
goin' to know it fust as last."
"There is no grasping monopoly in it," said Percival impatiently.
"We have a right from the railroad to make our surveys and we are
going to make 'em. I don't believe there is a farm within ten
miles and you don't look like farmers."
"Send some one back for the doctor, Dick," said Jack, who saw
that his friend's words had angered the men. "Who told you that
we were going to ruin your farms?" he added, turning directly to
the big man.
"I don't have to tell ye!" blustered the other. "I know what
railroads is an' we ain't goin' to have none on 'em rootin' up our
land, an' if ye sot up any o' them machines here we're goin'
ter---Hi! don't shoot!"
Billy Manners had suddenly turned his camera upon the follow,
considering him a good subject for a picture, and was just about
to squeeze the bulb when the man caught sight of him and sprang back.
"Ah! keep still," cried Billy in disgust. "You've spoiled the
picture. It would've been a fine one if you'd kept quiet."
"I don't want my picter took!" growled the big man, falling back
among the others. "Ye want ter use it ag'in me, that's what. I know
you fellers.
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