"What have you people got to gain by putting off selling them to us.

Here this thing has dragged along for over eight years.

When I came in on Quien Sabe, the understanding was that the lands--your alternate sections--were to be conveyed to me within a few months." "The land had not been patented to us then," answered Ruggles.
"Well, it has been now, I guess," retorted Annixter.
"I'm sure I couldn't tell you, Mr.Annixter." Annixter crossed his legs weariedly.
"Oh, what's the good of lying, Ruggles?
You know better than to talk that way to me." Ruggles's face flushed on the instant, but he checked his answer and laughed instead.
"Oh, if you know so much about it--" he observed.
"Well, when are you going to sell to me ?" "I'm only acting for the General Office, Mr.Annixter," returned Ruggles.

"Whenever the Directors are ready to take that matter up, I'll be only too glad to put it through for you." "As if you didn't know.

Look here, you're not talking to old Broderson.
Wake up, Ruggles.