"Uh-huh!"
"Any stock for sale?"
"Not at the present writin'."
"At a price?"
"Wa-al, now—"
"Say a profit of twenty dollars a share."
"It'll pay dividends on more 'n that figger," said Scattergood, "which," he added, "you know dum well."
"Yes," said Castle, "but for a quick turnover—and I'm not figuring dividends altogether."
"Kind of got a bone to pick with McKettrick, eh?"
"Maybe."