Uncle Henry moved his chair close to Lopez. "Now listen, robber—I mean, bandit. You keep both these fellers here and lend us ten thousand dollars, and we'll give you a million!"
"A million!" said Lopez, his eyes big.
"The first million we make out of the oil that's here!" "Uncle Henry proposed. And, serious as things were getting to be, a smile went around the group.
"I should lend you ten sousand dollar?" the bandit asked.
"Absolutely! Will you?" Uncle Henry had the temerity to say.
"I do not lend," was the hard response. "I take." And he turned away.
"But if you'll—" the old man pleaded.
"Your proposition not interests me," Lopez said. Uncle Henry wheeled over to the staircase. The bandit turned to Pell. "You offer me twenty sousand? Zat is so?" he said.
"Right," Pell replied.
Lopez smiled sardonically, "Twenty sousand—for what is worth millions?"