Mitchell and Loring vainly tried to quiet him.
"Weally, I shall be obwiged to wefeh you to my lawyehs----" Wyatt began.
"Refer _me_--you animated outrage--you libel! Turn me loose, you fellows! _I_ don't want to see _you_ or your durn lawyers! I know what _you_ want, well enough.

You want to bamboozle me into selling my interest in the Copper-bottom for less than it's worth.

Here's my last word to you--Mr .-- ah--White! If you want my fourth at forty thousand, to-day, all right.

It's worth more--it's paid from the grass-roots down.

But that'll make me the round six figures, and that's enough.
_I_ can make money--_I_ know _my_ little way about," he boasted, with insufferable complacency.
"Nobody left me _my_ pile! Put up or shut up!" "Mr.Wyatt," said Mitchell, "pardon me, but may I suggest that you call at a more favorable time ?" He made, behind Thompson's back, the motion significant of an emptied glass.
"Aw! I see--I _see_! Thawnks awfully for the hint.