it—­buy up all the growing crops and just boss the market when they mature—­ah I tell you it’s a great thing.  And it only costs a trifle; two millions or two and a half will do it.  I haven’t exactly promised yet—­there’s no hurry—­the more indifferent I seem, you know, the more anxious those fellows will get.  And then there is the hog speculation —­that’s bigger still.  We’ve got quiet men at work,” [he was very impressive here,] “mousing around, to get propositions out of all the farmers in the whole west and northwest for the hog crop, and other agents quietly getting propositions and terms out of all the manufactories—­and don’t you see, if we can get all the hogs and all the slaughter horses into our hands on the dead quiet—­whew! it would take three ships to carry the money.—­I’ve looked into the thing—­calculated all the chances for and all the chances against, and though I shake my head and hesitate and keep on thinking, apparently, I’ve got my mind made up that if the thing can be done on a capital of six millions, that’s the horse to put up money on!  Why Washington—­but what’s the use of talking about it—­any man can see that there’s whole Atlantic oceans of cash in it, gulfs and bays thrown in.  But there’s a bigger thing than that, yes bigger——­”

“Why Colonel, you can’t want anything bigger!” said Washington, his eyes blazing.  “Oh, I wish I could go into either of those speculations—­I only wish I had money—­I wish I wasn’t cramped and kept down and fettered with poverty, and such prodigious chances lying right here in sight!  Oh, it is a fearful thing to be poor.  But don’t throw away those things —­they are so splendid and I can see how sure they are.  Don’t throw them away for something still better and maybe fail in it!  I wouldn’t, Colonel.  I would stick to these.  I wish father were here and were his old self again—­Oh, he never in his life had such chances as these are.  Colonel; you can’t improve on these—­no man can improve on them!”

A sweet, compassionate smile played about the Colonel’s features, and he leaned over the table with the air of a man who is “going to show you” and do it without the least trouble: 

“Why Washington, my boy, these things are nothing.  They look large of course—­they look large to a novice, but to a man who has been all his life accustomed to large operations—­shaw!  They’re well enough to while away an idle hour with, or furnish a bit of employment that will give a trifle of idle capital a chance to earn its bread while it is waiting for something to do, but—­now just listen a moment—­just let me give you an idea of what we old veterans of commerce call ‘business.’  Here’s the Rothschild’s proposition—­this is between you and me, you understand——­”

Washington nodded three or four times impatiently, and his glowing eyes said, “Yes, yes—­hurry—­I understand——­”