“You see,” he added, “that I’m a sort of an ass about business methods.  What I like—­what I understand, is to use good judgment, go in and boldly buy a piece of property, wait until it becomes more valuable, either through improvements or the natural enhancement of good value, then take a legitimate profit, and repeat the process.  That, in outline, is what I understand.  But, Austin, this furtive pouncing on a thing and clubbing other people’s money out of them with it—­this slyly acquiring land that is necessary to an unsuspecting neighbour and then holding him up—­I don’t like.  There’s always something of this sort that prevents my cordial co-operation with Neergard—­always something in the schemes which hints of—­of squeezing—­of something underground—­”

“Like the water which he’s going to squeeze out of the wells?”

Selwyn laughed.

“Phil,” said his brother-in-law, “if you think anybody can do a profitable business except at other people’s expense, you are an ass.”

“Am I?” asked Selwyn, still laughing frankly.

“Certainly.  The land is there, plain enough for anybody to see.  It’s always been there; it’s likely to remain for a few aeons, I fancy.

“Now, along comes Meynheer Julius Neergard—­the only man who seems to have brains enough to see the present value of that parcel to the Siowitha people.  Everybody else had the same chance; nobody except Neergard knew enough to take it.  Why shouldn’t he profit by it?”

“Yes—­but if he’d be satisfied to cut it up into lots and do what is fair—­”

“Cut it up into nothing!  Man alive, do you suppose the Siowitha people would let him?  They’ve only a few thousand acres; they’ve got to control that land.  What good is their club without it?  Do you imagine they’d let a town grow up on three sides of their precious game-preserve?  And, besides, I’ll bet you that half of their streams and lakes take rise on other people’s property—­and that Neergard knows it—­the Dutch fox!”

“That sort of—­of business—­that kind of coercion, does not appeal to me,” said Selwyn gravely.

“Then you’d better go into something besides business in this town,” observed Austin, turning red.  “Good Lord, man, where would my Loan and Trust Company be if we never foreclosed, never swallowed a good thing when we see it?”

“But you don’t threaten people.”

Austin turned redder.  “If people or corporations stand in our way and block progress, of course we threaten.  Threaten?  Isn’t the threat of punishment the very basis of law and order itself?  What are laws for?  And we have laws, too—­laws, under the law—­”

“Of the State of New Jersey,” said Selwyn, laughing.  “Don’t flare up, Austin; I’m probably not cut out for a business career, as you point out—­otherwise I would not have consulted you.  I know some laws—­including ‘The Survival of the Fittest,’ and the ‘Chain-of-Destruction’; and I have read the poem beginning