I bid fifty myself, for Morgan and Raff.

My word, weren't they hot! I told them to go to the devil, and that it was their fault for limiting me to fifty quid when they thought the chance to salve the _Martha_ was worth more.
You see, they weren't expecting competition.

Fulcrum Brothers had no representative present, neither had Fires, Philp Company, and the only man to be afraid of was Nielsen's agent, Squires, and him they got drunk and sound asleep over in Guvutu.
"'Twenty,' says I, for my bid.

'Twenty-five,' says the little girl.
'Thirty,' says I.

'Forty,' says she.