Burning Daylight by Jack London

Francisco. Your nephew, and everybody else on your pay-roll, can

do as I say right now or quit. Savvee? If any of them get

stuck, you go around yourself and guarantee their credit with the

butchers and grocers. And you trim down that pay-roll

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accordingly. I’ve been carrying a few thousand folks that’ll

have to carry themselves for a while now, that’s all.”

“You say this filter’s got to be replaced,” he told his chief of

the water-works. “We’ll see about it. Let the people of Oakland

drink mud for a change. It’ll teach them to appreciate good

water. Stop work at once. Get those men off the pay-roll.

Cancel all orders for material. The contractors will sue? Let

’em sue and be damned. We’ll be busted higher’n a kite or on

easy street before they can get judgment.”

And to Wilkinson:

“Take off that owl boat. Let the public roar and come home early

to its wife. And there’s that last car that connects with the

12:45 boat at Twenty-second and Hastings. Cut it out. I can’t

run it for two or three passengers. Let them take an earlier

boat home or walk. This is no time for philanthropy. And you

might as well take off a few more cars in the rush hours. Let

the strap-hangers pay. It’s the strap-hangers that’ll keep us

from

going under.”

And to another chief, who broke down under the excessive strain

of retrenchment:-

“You say I can’t do that and can’t do this. I’ll just show you a

few of the latest patterns in the can-and-can’t line. You’ll be

compelled to resign? All right, if you think so I never saw the

man yet that I was hard up for. And when any man thinks I can’t

get along without him, I just show him the latest pattern in that

line of goods and give him his walking-papers.”

And so he fought and drove and bullied and even wheedled his way

along. It was fight, fight, fight, and no let-up, from the first

thing in the morning till nightfall. His private office saw

throngs every day. All men came to see him, or were ordered to

come. Now it was an optimistic opinion on the panic, a funny

story, a serious business talk, or a straight take-it-or-leave-it

blow from the shoulder. And there was nobody to relieve him. It

was a case of drive, drive, drive, and he alone could do the

driving. And this went on day after day, while the whole

business world rocked around him and house after house crashed to

the ground.

“It’s all right, old man,” he told Hegan every morning; and it

was the same cheerful word that he passed out all day long,

except at such times when he was in the thick of fighting to have

his will with persons and things.

Eight o’clock saw him at his desk each morning. By ten o’clock,

it was into the machine and away for a round of the banks. And

usually in the machine with him was the ten thousand and more

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dollars that had been earned by his ferries and railways the day

before. This was for the weakest spot in the financial dike.

And with one bank president after another similar scenes were

enacted. They were paralyzed with fear, and first of all he

played his role of the big vital optimist. Times were improving.

Of course they were. The signs were already in the air. All

that anybody had to do was to sit tight a little longer and hold

on. That was all. Money was already more active in the East.

Look at the trading on Wall Street of the last twenty-four hours.

That was the straw that showed the wind. Hadn’t Ryan said so and

so? and wasn’t it reported that Morgan was preparing to do this

and that?

As for himself, weren’t the street-railway earnings increasing

steadily? In spite of the panic, more and more people were

coming to Oakland right along. Movements were already beginning

in real estate. He was dickering even then to sell over a

thousand of his suburban acres. Of course it was at a sacrifice,

but it would ease the strain on all of them and bolster up the

faint-hearted. That was the trouble–the faint-hearts. Had

there

been no faint-hearts there would have been no panic. There was

that Eastern syndicate, negotiating with him now to take the

majority of the stock in the Sierra and Salvador Power Company

off his hands. That showed confidence that better times were at

hand.

And if it was not cheery discourse, but prayer and entreaty or

show down and fight on the part of the banks, Daylight had to

counter in kind. If they could bully, he could bully. If the

favor he asked were refused, it became the thing he demanded.

And when it came down to raw and naked fighting, with the last

veil of sentiment or illusion torn off, he could take their

breaths away.

But he knew, also, how and when to give in. When he saw the wall

shaking and crumbling irretrievably at a particular place, he

patched it up with sops of cash from his three cash-earning

companies. If the banks went, he went too. It was a case of

their having to hold out. If they smashed and all the collateral

they held of his was thrown on the chaotic market, it would be

the end. And so it was, as the time passed, that on occasion his

red motor-car carried, in addition to the daily cash, the most

gilt-edged securities he possessed; namely, the Ferry Company,

United Water and Consolidated Railways. But he did this

reluctantly, fighting inch by inch.

As he told the president of the Merchants San Antonio who made

the plea of carrying so many others:–

“They’re small fry. Let them smash. I’m the king pin here.

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You’ve got more money to make out of me than them. Of course,

you’re carrying too much, and you’ve got to choose, that’s all.

It’s root hog or die for you or them. I’m too strong to smash.

You could only embarrass me and get yourself tangled up. Your

way out is to let the small fry go, and I’ll lend you a hand to

do it.”

And it was Daylight, also, in this time of financial anarchy, who

sized up Simon Dolliver’s affairs and lent the hand that sent

that rival down in utter failure. The Golden Gate National was

the keystone of Dolliver’s strength, and to the president of that

institution Daylight said:–

“Here I’ve been lending you a hand, and you now in the last

ditch, with Dolliver riding on you and me all the time. It don’t

go. You hear me, it don’t go. Dolliver couldn’t cough up eleven

dollars to save you. Let him get off and walk, and I’ll tell you

what I’ll do. I’ll give you the railway nickels for four

days–that’s forty thousand cash. And on the sixth of the month

you can count on twenty thousand more from the Water Company.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Take it or leave it. Them’s my

terms.”

“It’s dog eat dog, and I ain’t overlooking any meat that’s

floating around,” Daylight proclaimed that afternoon to Hegan;

and Simon Dolliver went the way of the unfortunate in the Great

Panic who were caught with plenty of paper and no money.

Daylight’s shifts and devices were amazing. Nothing however

large or small, passed his keen sight unobserved. The strain he

was under was terrific. He no longer ate lunch. The days were

too short, and his noon hours and his office were as crowded as

at any other time. By the end of the day he was exhausted, and,

as never before, he sought relief behind his wall of alcoholic

inhibition. Straight to his hotel he was driven, and straight to

his rooms he went, where immediately was mixed for him the first

of a series of double Martinis. By dinner, his brain was well

clouded and the panic forgotten. By bedtime, with the assistance

of Scotch whiskey, he was full–not violently nor uproariously

full, nor stupefied, but merely well under the influence of a

pleasant and mild anesthetic.

Next morning he awoke with parched lips and mouth, and with

sensations of heaviness in his head which quickly passed away.

By eight o’clock he was at his desk, buckled down to the fight,

by ten o’clock on his personal round of the banks, and after

that, without a moment’s cessation, till nightfall, he was

handling the knotty tangles of industry, finance, and human

nature that crowded upon him. And with nightfall it was back to

the hotel, the double Martinis and the Scotch; and this was his

program day after day until the days ran into weeks.

CHAPTER XXI

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Though Daylight appeared among his fellows hearty voiced,

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