"The Right of Way?" repeated Ralph, taking in the announcement at its full importance.
"Yes, that means what? That under the strictest legal and full state authority we have a franchise, empowering us to construct and operate a railway from Dover to Springfield, and vesting in us the sole title to a hundred-foot strip of land clear across The Barrens, with additional depot and terminal sites.
"That must be a very valuable acquisition," said Ralph.
"I am not used to talking my business to outsiders," responded Gibson, "and you are one of the very few who have ever been allowed to enter this place. I admit you for strong personal reasons, and I want to explain to you what they are."
He sat down on one of the benches and waved Ralph to the one opposite. His mobile face worked, as silently for a minute or two he seemed concentrating his ideas and choosing his words.
"I am a strange man," he said finally, "probably a crank, and certainly not a very good man, as my record goes, but circumstances made me what I am."
A twinge of bitterness came into the tones, and his eyes hardened.
"The beginning of my life," proceeded Gibson, "was honest work as a farmer—the end of it is
