Holding the book on his knee he wrote out a check, tore it carefully from the stub, and laid it on the desk in front of Ruggles.
"What's this ?" asked Ruggles.
"Three-fourths payment for the sections of railroad land included in my ranch, based on a valuation of two dollars and a half per acre.

You can have the balance in sixty-day notes." Ruggles shook his head, drawing hastily back from the check as though it carried contamination.
"I can't touch it," he declared.

"I've no authority to sell to you yet." "I don't understand you people," exclaimed Annixter.

"I offered to buy of you the same way four years ago and you sang the same song.

Why, it isn't business.