"No; nor no good to you neither—'cause why? You ain't got it!" Dan's chuckle became a grin. "If you'd ha' said a hundred, now——"
"What?"
"Why, then I'd ha' said four hundred. That's what I'd ha' said!"
"Four hundred? Why, you're mad! Besides I haven't got it—I've got nothing till I can change the notes; only the ten."
Dan saw the chance he had hoped for. "I'll make it dirt cheap," he said, "first an' last, no less an' no more. Will you give me fifty down for 'em when you've got 'em changed?"
"Yes, I will." Viney's voice was almost too eager.
"Straight? No tricks, eh?"
Viney was indignant at the suggestion. He scorned a trick.
"No hoppin' the twig with the whole lot, an' leavin' me in the cart?"
Viney was deeply hurt. He had never dreamed of such a thing.