“What are you going to do?” asked Bunny.
“What can I do, son?” Dad’s face was grey, and deeply lined; he was not used to staying up so late, Bunny knew, and he had probably lain awake until morning, worrying over this situation.
And yet Bunny could not help making it harder for him. “Are we going to let those fellows run our business, Dad?”
“It looks as if we’d have to, son. I’m in no position financially to buck the game.”
“But with all the oil you’ve got!”
“I’ve got a good deal of oil, but it’s mostly in the ground, and what I’d need for this job would be a couple of million dollars in the bank.”
He went on to explain how modern affairs were conducted. A man never had enough money, no matter how much he had; he was always reaching out, doing business with the future, so to speak. H
