two."

Sippens smiled ecstatically as he left the office. Oh, the wonder
of this, and after ten years! Now he would show those crooks. Now
he had a real fighter behind him--a man like himself. Now, by
George, the fur would begin to fly! Who was this man, anyhow? What
a wonder! He would look him up. He knew that from now on he would
do almost anything Cowperwood wanted him to do.




Chapter VIII



Now This is Fighting

When Cowperwood, after failing in his overtures to the three city
gas companies, confided to Addison his plan of organizing rival
companies in the suburbs, the banker glared at him appreciatively.
"You're a smart one!" he finally exclaimed. "You'll do! I back
you to win!" He went on to advise Cowperwood that he would need
the assistance of some of the strong men on the various village
councils. "They're all as crooked as eels' teeth," he went on.
"But there are one or two that are more crooked than others and
safer--bell-wethers. Have you got your lawyer?"

"I haven't picked one yet, but I will. I'm looking around for the
right man now.