Do you people think you can hold that land, untaxed, for speculative purposes until it goes up to thirty dollars and then sell out to some one else--sell it over our heads?
You and Genslinger weren't in office when those contracts were drawn.

You ask your boss, you ask S.Behrman, he knows.

The General Office is pledged to sell to us in preference to any one else, for two and a half." "Well," observed Ruggles decidedly, tapping the end of his pencil on his desk and leaning forward to emphasise his words, "we're not selling NOW.
That's said and signed, Mr.Annixter." "Why not?
Come, spit it out.

What's the bunco game this time ?" "Because we're not ready.

Here's your check." "You won't take it ?" "No." "I'll make it a cash payment, money down--the whole of it--payable to Cyrus Blakelee Ruggles, for the P.and S.W." "No." "Third and last time." "No." "Oh, go to the devil!" "I don't like your tone, Mr.Annixter," returned Ruggles, flushing angrily.