"Two and a half," roared Crane.
"Two seventy-five," said Scattergood. "Three dollars."
"Three ten," said Scattergood.
"Three and a quarter" said Crane. He glared at Scattergood. "If you want it worse than that," he shouted, "why, confound you, you can have it!"
"I don't," said Scattergood, placidly.
The woman figured a moment. "That makes forty-eight thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars," she said. "I kind of like even money. You can have it for an even fifty thousand."
Scattergood looked at her and grinned. One might have detected admiration in his eyes.
"Done," said Crane. "We'll get into town and close the deal, ma'am, if you don't mind."
"Your buggy seems to be crowded," said Scattergood. "I'll drive the lady in, if you want I should."
"We want nothing from you at all, Baines."