"The train is due in two minutes." Instantly his five chums looked thoughtful.
"You'll get the most that you can, of course," Greg insisted.
"I shall try to get a good price," Dick nodded, "but I may find myself up against close bargainers.

So hurry up and vote as to the lowest price that I'm to accept under any circumstances." "What do you say ?" asked Tom Reade, looking at Dave.
"We ought to get sixty dollars for it, at the very lowest," Darrin replied, slowly.

"I'd like to pull in seventy-five dollars, for we need every penny of the latter amount." "We might get along with seventy," hinted Harry Hazelton.

"Suppose we say seventy dollars as the lowest possible price that we can consider." "Sixty-five dollars, anyway," urged Dan Dalzell, otherwise known as "Danny Grin." "What's your own idea, Dick ?" asked Tom Reade, as the distant whistle sounded.
"If you fellows are going to be content with a sixty or seventy-dollar bottom price," suggested Prescott, "I wish you'd elect someone else to go in my place." "Do you think we'll have to take fifty ?" asked Tom Reade looking aghast.
"If you send me, and leave the trade in my hands," retorted young Prescott, "then you'll have to accept ninety dollars as the very bottom price, or there won't be any sale." "Hurrah!" chuckled Danny Grin.

"That's the talk! Ninety---or nothing!" "Do you think you can get that much ?" asked Dave doubtingly.
"I'll have to, or I won't make any trade," Dick smiled, though there was a glint of firmness in his eyes.
"Let it be ninety dollars or nothing, then," agreed Tom Reade, adding, under his breath, "With the accept on the 'nothing.'" As Dick glanced about him at the faces of his chums they all nodded their approval.
"I have my final instructions, then," Dick announced, as the east-bound train rolled in at the Gridley station.