Still Austen did not reply.  He continued to look at Mr. Flint, and Mr. Flint continued to check the papers only more slowly.  He had nearly finished the first box.

“A wave of political insanity, to put it mildly, seems to be sweeping over this country,” said the president of the Northeastern.  “Men who would paralyze and destroy the initiative of private enterprise, men who themselves are ambitious, and either incapable or unsuccessful, have sprung up; writers who have no conscience, whose one idea is to make money out of a passing craze against honest capital, have aided them.  Disappointed and dangerous politicians who merely desire office and power have lifted their voices in the hue and cry to fool the honest voter.  I am glad to say I believe that the worst of this madness and rascality is over; that the common sense of the people of this country is too great to be swept away by the methods of these self-seekers; that the ordinary man is beginning to see that his bread and butter depends on the brain of the officers who are trying honestly to conduct great enterprises for the benefit of the average citizen.

“We did not expect to escape in this State,” Mr. Flint went on, raising his head and meeting Austen’s look; “the disease was too prevalent and too catching for the weak-minded.  We had our self-seekers who attempted to bring ruin upon an institution which has done more for our population than any other.  I do not hesitate to speak of the Northeastern Railroads as an institution, and as an institution which has been as conscientiously and conservatively conducted as any in the country, and with as scrupulous a regard for the welfare of all.  Hilary Vane, as you doubtless know, was largely responsible for this.  My attention, as president of all the roads, has been divided.  Hilary Vane guarded the interests in this State, and no man could have guarded them better.  He well deserves the thanks of future generations for the uncompromising fight he made against such men and such methods.  It has broken him down at a time of life when he has earned repose, but he has the satisfaction of knowing that he has won the battle for conservative American principles, and that he has nominated a governor worthy of the traditions of the State.”

And Mr. Flint started checking off the papers again.  Had the occasion been less serious, Austen could have smiled at Mr. Flint’s ruse—­so characteristic of the tactics of the president of the Northeastern—­of putting him into a position where criticism of the Northeastern and its practices would be criticism of his own father.  As it was, he only set his jaw more firmly, an expression indicative of contempt for such tactics.  He had not come there to be lectured out of the “Book of Arguments” on the divine right of railroads to govern, but to see that certain papers were delivered in safety.