"I've got to have ready money.

I've never had my fist on five thousand pounds before--no, nor five thousand pence, but, as I'm a living man, let me have my start and I'll hold my own with you all." Da Souza threw himself back in his chair with uplifted hands.
"But my dear friend," he cried, "my dear young friend, you were not thinking--do not say that you were thinking of asking such a sum as five thousand pounds for this little piece of paper!" The amazement, half sorrowful, half reproachful, on the man's face was perfectly done.

But Trent only snorted.
"That piece of paper, as you call it, cost us the hard savings of years, it cost us weeks and months in the bush and amongst the swamps--it cost a man's life, not to mention the niggers we lost.

Come, I'm not here to play skittles.

Are you on for a deal or not?
If you're doubtful about it I've another market.