Virginia perceived he was getting angry and restless.
It was about that time that Sam, who was lying on his stomach in a slight depression, peered over the rise in the ground a short distance from the two. He was a little too far away to hear distinctly, except occasional words, as their voices were pitched in a low key.
“How much will I give?” replied Virginia, surprised, and then her voice lowered again.
“You are a poor man, no doubt, but you have your liberty, which is priceless, and I warn you of the severe penalty for the offense you are committing. It is most dangerous business.”
“Liberty, wid out-a da mon! Eesa be damn! Say, Signora, yous-a come-a down wid a da handsome da mon—Eesa take de kid—wid da longa golda hair so nicey da shiney, and da bigg-a da brown eyes.”
“Dorothy, I am sure!” she thought.
“Well, what do you call the handsome mon?”
“Eesa note-a bees-a da hard. Eesa cheap at-a da twenty thous.”
“Twenty thous—what!”
“Bigg-a da round flat dollairs!”