But let us say fifty thousand.
I'll sell for fifty thousand; that gives you my stock at fifty cents on the dollar.

Exceedingly liberal, I call it." The look the other directed at him was heavy with contempt.
"Ten thousand is all--and make up your mind to that," said he.

Then he faced round toward Carrigan, whom he addressed.

"I want you to increase the force to double its strength at once, so that the work--" "What are you paying a yard for moving dirt ?" "The same as before." "Not to me," Pat responded, complacently.
"What do you mean ?" Gretzinger demanded, angrily.
"It's not enough." "Not enough! You seem to imagine your contract doesn't bind you." Pat slowly uncrossed his knees and stared at the speaker with a countenance of bewilderment.
"Now what in the world is the man talking about! Contract?
The only contract I had with Bryant was an oral agreement to build the dam and move dirt at a certain day rate per man and per team, terminable at his option.

Oh, you mean the first contract to construct the ditch in a year! We tore that up after he got notice from the Land and Water Board." "Well, we'll continue the oral arrangement." "Not any more," said Pat.
Gretzinger inspected the coal of his cigarette, replaced the latter between his lips, and glanced at Bryant.