“I’ve read about men that’s m-made a million in less time,” says Mark.
Well, we started back to the mill, and who should we meet right in front of the hotel but Wiggamore himself. He looked at us like he didn’t know us and was passing on, but Mark stopped and went right up to him.
“Mornin’, Mr. Wiggamore,” says he.
“Good morning,” says Mr. Wiggamore.
“Don’t you know me?” says Mark, soft and gentle like.
“Can’t say I do,” says Wiggamore, but you could tell by his eyes that he did.
“I’m Mark Tidd, and these other fellers is with me runnin’ Silas Doolittle Bugg’s mill. I guess m-maybe you remember talkin’ to me about buyin’ our dam.”
“Oh yes!” says Wiggamore, making like he was surprised. “So I did. You wouldn’t sell, I remember.”
“Not at your f-figger.”
“Too bad. Well, if you want to talk about selling now, it’s too late. I don’t want to buy.”