Will any one bid thirty-one?
Will any one bid thirty-one?
Will any one bid thirty-one ?" "Thirty-one," said a voice.
"Thirty-two," replied Cowperwood.

The same process was repeated.
"I'm bid thirty-two! I'm bid thirty-two! I'm bid thirty-two! Will anybody bid thirty-three?
It's fine soap.

Seven cases of fine Castile soap.

Will anybody bid thirty-three ?" Young Cowperwood's mind was working.

He had no money with him; but his father was teller of the Third National Bank, and he could quote him as reference.