Here was a lamb ready for the slaughter. Mr. McCann, who received him, could see the delight of his employers, and his own profit, if he should succeed in taking this fat backwoodsman into camp.
"You want to buy stock in the pulp company, I understand?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"How much you got?"
"Guess we can sell you all you want."
"Money-makin' proposition, hain't it?"
"Of course."
"But you're willin' to sell? Kind of funny, hain't it?"
"Oh no. We have so many enterprises."