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the lookout for Cowperwood at both of the clubs of which he was a
member; but Cowperwood had avoided them during this period ofexcitement, and Mahomet wouid have to go to the mountain. So onedrowsy June afternoon Mr. Schryhart called at Cowperwood's office.He had on a bright, new, steel-gray suit and a straw hat. Fromhis pocket, according to the fashion of the time, protruded a neat,blue-bordered silk handkerchief, and his feet were immaculate innew, shining Oxford ties."I'm sailing for Europe in a few days, Mr. Cowperwood," he remarked,

genially, "and I thought I'd drop round to see if you and I could

reach some agreement in regard to this gas situation. The officersof the old companies naturally feel that they do not care to havea rival in the field, and I'm sure that you are not interested incarrying on a useless rate war that won't leave anybody any profit.I recall that you were willing to compromise on a half-and-halfbasis with me before, and I was wondering whether you were stillof that mind.""Sit down, sit down, Mr. Schryhart," remarked Cowperwood, cheerfully,waving the new-comer to a chair. "I'm pleased to see you again. No, I'm no more anxious for a rate war than you are. As a matter