I will sell her cheap." "How much?
I will give you thirty francs for her." Bastianello stared at his brother, but he made no remark while the bargain was being made, nor even when Ruggiero finally closed for fifty francs, paid the money down and proceeded to take possession of the old tub at once, to the infinite and forcibly expressed regret of the lads who had been playing with her.

Then the two brothers hauled her up upon the sloping cement slip between the pier and the bathing houses, and turned her over.

The boys swam away, and Black Rag departed with his money.
"What have you bought her for, Ruggiero ?" asked Bastianello.
"She has copper nails," observed the other examining the bottom carefully.

"She is worth fifty francs.

Your thought was good.