"All depends whether you buy it for us or sell it for the man it belongs to, I s'pose ?" he said, slowly.
Captain Brisket jumped up, and to Mr.Chalk's horror smote the speaker heavily on the back.

Mr.Stobell, clenching a fist the size of a leg of mutton, pushed his chair back and prepared to rise.
"You're a trump," said Captain Brisket, in tones of unmistakable respect, "that's what you are.

Lord, if I'd got the head for business you have I should be a man of fortune by now." Mr.Stobell, who had half risen, sat down again, and, for the first time since his last contract but one, a smile played lightly about the corners of his mouth.

He took another drink and, shaking his head slightly as he put the glass down, smiled again with the air of a man who has been reproached for making a pun.
"Let me do it for you," said Captain Brisket, impressively.

"I'll tell you where to go without being seen in the matter or letting old Todd know that I'm in it.