"I've just been figuring up what I can sell and what I can get for it."
"You haven't sold anything yet?"
"No, I'll hold off till the place itself is sold."
"Somebody might bid it up to a good figure."
"Nobody is apt to bid. Nobody here with enough loose money. No, Braden'll get the place, I guess."
"Old blighter!" Chetwood grunted. "But you never can tell. 'The best-laid schemes of mice and men' and all that sort of thing. Let's talk of something else—something I want to talk about."
"Fire away," said Angus.
"Jean and I are thinking of getting married," Chetwood told him bluntly.
"The devil you are!" Angus exclaimed. He was not exactly surprised at the news, but at the time of its announcement.
"I like you," Angus admitted, "but I don't know a great deal about you. You're working for wages which aren't very large. They won't keep two."