“Oh,” says Jiggins, and he laughed again, but this time it was a pale sort of laugh. “You don’t let grass grow under your feet.”
“Not when we’re fussin’ with you, Mr. Jiggins,” says I, meaning a compliment.
He took it that way, and smiled like he was pleased.
“Will you come?” I asked him.
“To be sure. Why not? Nothing else to do. Got to bargain now. Cost more money. Ugh! Hate to think how much.”
We went right up to Mr. Macmillan’s office, and I introduced Collins and Jiggins to him.
“Who are you acting for?” asked Mr. Macmillan.
“The United States Copper Company,” says Jiggins.
“Have you authority to make an agreement on this matter?”
“Yes,” says Jiggins.