"I'll take it to the courts," Hardy contended.
"Take what to the courts?" Pell wanted to know.
"I was detained by force," Hardy said.
"As long as I get there by eight, what difference does that make?" Pell asked.
But Lopez broke in: "One hundred sousand I am offer!" They mustn't shillyshally this way. He wanted to keep things going.
"I'll make it one hundred and one!" Hardy cried.
Without a moment's hesitation, Pell jerked it up to a hundred and ten.
"A hundred and eleven!" Hardy pushed ahead.
"A hundred and twenty-five!" Pell yelled. "And what do you know about that?"
Hardy was by no means finished. "A hundred and thirty!" he made it.