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I reckon , from what I gathered , that this Presby man is about as hard and grasping an old cuss as ever worked the last ounce of gold out of a waste dump . He makes the men save the fags of the candles and the drips , so 's he can melt 'em over again . He runs a company store , and if they do n't buy boots and grub from him , they have to tear out mighty quick . He fired a fireman because the safety-valve in the boiler-house let go one day twenty minutes before the noon shift went back to work . If he says , ` Let the Cross alone , ' I think it 's because he wants it . '' `` You could n't guess who he is , '' Dick said , preparing to move . `` Why ?