He waved the cigar away and came directly to the point.
"I want to find out what you're willing to do about the Kakisa Indians." "Sure!" cried Strange with apparently the best will in the world.

"Sit down.

What do you propose ?" "How much will you charge me to grind me five hundred bushels of grain for them ?" "I'm sorry," said Strange.

"The old man won't hear of it." "Will you let them starve ?" cried Ambrose.
"What can I do ?" said Strange distressfully.

"I'm not the head." "Grind it in spite of him," said Ambrose.