The book, which takes place in late 19th Century New York, tells the story of the dispute between a self-made millionaire and a social revolutionary, with a third man attempting to act as mediator.
; no, sir! I've always liked you and wanted you ever since we met that first night. I had this thing inchoately in my mind then, when I was telling you about the newspaper syndicate business--beautiful vision of a lot of literary fellows breaking loose from the bondage of publishers and playing it alone--"
"You might call it 'The Lone Hand'; that would be attractive," March interrupted. "The whole West would know what you meant."
Fulkerson was talking seriously, and March was listening seriously; but they both broke off and laughed. Fulkerson got down off the table and made some turns about the room. It was growing late; the October sun had left the top of the tall windows; it was still clear day, but it would soon be twilight; they had been talking a long time. Fulkerson came and stood with his little feet wide apart, and bent his little lean, square face on March. "See here! How much do you get out of this thing here, anyway?"
"The insurance business?" March hesitated a moment and then said,