He knew that only a man with savage instincts
could work successfully with John Grier; he knew that Grier was without
mercy in his business, and that his best year's work had been marked by a
mandatory power which only a malevolent policy could produce. Yet,
somehow, he had a feeling that Tarboe had a steadying influence on John
Grier. The old man was not so uncontrolled as in bygone days.
"I'd like to see Tarboe," Carnac said suddenly. "He ain't the same as
you," snapped John Grier. "He's bigger, broader, and buskier." A
malicious smile crossed over his face. "He's a bandit--that's what he is.
He's got a chest like a horse and lungs like the ocean. When he's got a
thing, he's got it like a nail in a branch of young elm. He's a dandy,
that fellow." Suddenly passion came to his eyes. "You might have done it,
you've got the brains, and the sense, but you ain't got the ambition. You
keep feeling for a thousand things instead of keeping your grip on one.
The man that succeeds fastens hard on what he wants to do--the one big
thing, and he does it, thinking of naught else."
"Well, that's good preaching," remarked Carnac coolly. "But it doesn't
mean that a man should stick to one thing, if he finds out he's been
wrong about it? We all make mistakes.
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