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`` I expect Mr. Robert will be back Monday , '' I suggests cautious . `` Oh , do you ? '' raps out Old Hickory . `` And meanwhile this lease expires to-morrow noon , leaving us without a foot of ore wharf anywhere on the Great Lakes . What does Mr. Robert intend to do then -- transport by aëroplane ? Just asked pleasant and polite for a renewal , did he ? And before I could make 'em grant the original I all but had their directors strung up by the thumbs !