enty.

"A likely lad, that," commented McKenty, succintly, when he heard it.
"He'll do better than his father in one way, anyhow. He'll probably
make more money."

McKenty had seen old General MacDonald just once in his life, and liked
him.

"I should like to know what the General would think of that if he
knew," commented Addison, who admired the old editor greatly. "I'm
afraid he wouldn't sleep very well."

"There is just one thing," observed Cowperwood, thoughtfully. "This
young man will certainly come into control of the Inquirer sometime.
He looks to me like some one who would not readily forget an injury."
He smiled sardonically. So did McKenty and Addison.

"Be that as it may," suggested the latter, "he isn't editor yet."
McKenty, who never revealed his true views to any one but Cowperwood,
waited until he had the latter alone to observe:

What can they do? Your request is a reasonable one. Why shouldn't the
city give you the tunnel? It's no good to anyone as it is. And the loop
is no more than the other roads have now. I'm thinking it's the
Chicago City Railway and that silk-stocking crowd on State Street or
that gas crowd that's talking against you. I've heard them before.
Give them what they want, and it's a fine moral cause. Give it to
anyone else, and there's something wrong with it. It's little
attention I pay to them. We have the council, let it pass the
ordinances. It can't be proved that they don't do it willingly. The
mayor is a sensible man. He'll sign them. Let young MacDonald talk if
he wants to. If he says too much you can talk to his father. As for
Hyssop, he's an old grandmother anyhow. I've never known him to be for
a public improvement yet that was really good for Chicago unless
Schryhart or Merrill or Arneel or someone else of that crowd wanted it.
I know them of old. My advice is to go ahead and never mind them. To
hell with them! Things will be sweet enough, once you are as powerful
as they are. They'll get nothing in the future without paying for it.
It's little enough they've ever done to further anything that I wanted.

Cowperwood, however, remained cool and thoughtful. Should he pay young
MacDonald? he asked himself. Addison knew of no influence that he
could bring to bear. Finally, after much thought, he decided to
proceed as he had planned. Consequently, the reporters around the City
Hall and the council-chamber, who were in touch with Alderman Thomas
Dowli