The magnitude of the offer aroused the suspicions of the second-hand man at once. "Dot's a good deal," he muttered; "it's too mooch, altogedder too mooch."
"Too much?" cried Sube. "How do you know it's too much? We haven't told you what we wanted yet?"
The second-hand man shook his head many times as he repeated slowly, "Altogedder too mooch."
"We'll sell it awful cheap," said Sube anxiously.
The buyer continued to shake his head.
"We'll sell it for about half what it's worth."
Still the buyer shook his head.
"We'll sell it for less than that!" cried Sube in desperation. "We'll sell it for anything! Make us an offer!"
That was enough for the representative of Mose Smolenski; now he knew that something was wrong. "I make you no offers," he said, moving towards the door; "y't'ink I vanta get ar-r-rested?"