The boys heard the door closed and locked, and the sound seemed to lock out another hope for them.
"Now, Fleon, come here."
"Well, what now?"
"We must come to terms."
"Of course, Barthes, but there is no need to go far into that matter; the terms are simple enough."
"You are allowed forty-five francs for each burial, that is, for cost of the shell and sheet."
"No, forty only."
"Well, forty; and if I sign the register in my quality of head gravedigger, you can go and get your money at once. Besides, you will have my sacks."
"You drive a bargain like a Jew. Keep your sacks."
"And drop the bodies out into the water?"