“And throw the rest of our capital after the fifty thousand dollars we’ve already lost?”
“Yes.”
‚ÄúAnd you were fool enough to consent‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
‚ÄúWait, Father‚ÅÝ‚Äîand don‚Äôt get excited. Listen. Cotton is going up‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
‚ÄúOf course it‚Äôs going up! Short crop and big demand‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“Cotton is going up, and then it’s going to fall.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“I know it; the trust has got money and credit enough to force it down.”
“Well, what then?” The Colonel glared.
“Then somebody will corner it.”
‚ÄúThe Farmers‚Äô League won‚Äôt stand‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“Precisely. The Farmers’ League can do the cornering and hold it for higher prices.”
“Lord, son! if we only could!” groaned the Colonel.
“We can; we’ll have unlimited credit.”
‚ÄúBut‚ÅÝ‚Äîbut‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù stuttered the bewildered Colonel, ‚ÄúI don‚Äôt understand. Why should the trust‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
‚ÄúNonsense, Father‚ÅÝ‚Äîwhat‚Äôs the use of understanding. Our advantage is plain, and John Taylor guarantees the thing.‚Äù