“No.”
“Well, how much will you g-g-give us?”
“I’ll give you exactly till Tuesday noon,” says old-man Fugle. “If I hain’t got the money then, why, I got a offer for this debt, cash money. A feller offers to buy it off of me.”
“For how much?”
“Two hunderd dollars.”
“You’d lose more than seventy-two d-d-dollars.”
“Better ’n losin’ the whole shebang,” says old-man Fugle.
“Tuesday noon’s the best you will d-do?”
“You bet you.”
“All right, then. You come Tuesday n-n-noon and your money will be here. Don’t sell to Jason Barnes on any account. You read what I said in the p-p-paper?”