"That is to say, if you think it worth your while."
"Quite so, if I think it worth me while. I am then to procade across the counthry to some mountains—"
"The Urals."
"And there I am to pretind to discover certain diamond mines, and am to give weight to me story by the fact that I am known to be a man of good birth, and also by exhibiting some rough stones which you wish me to take out with me from England?"
"Quite right, major," Ezra said encouragingly.
"I am then to tilegraph or write this lie to England and git it inserted in the papers?"
"That's an ugly word," Ezra remonstrated. "This 'report' we will say. A report may be either true or false, you know."
"And by this report, thin," the major continued, "you reckon that the market will be so affected that your father and you will be able to buy and sell in a manner that will be profitable to you, but by which you will do other people out of their money?"
"You have an unpleasant way of putting it," said Ezra, with a forced laugh; "but you have the idea right."
"I have another idea as well," roared the old soldier, flushing purple with passion. "I've an idea that if I was twinty years younger I'd see whether you'd fit through that window, Master Girdlestone. Ged! I'd have taught you to propose such a schame to a man with blue blood in his veins, you scounthrel!"