"We thought so, and we thought we'd help you out by buying some from you. What sizes have you got?"
"Snap, you don't—" whispered Shep.
"Hush, Shep. Let me run this," whispered the leader of the club, in return. Then he turned to the two men again and mentioned what kinds of ammunition they used and how much they had on hand.
"Thought so," said Giles Lemon. "We'll take half of what you've got and pay you double price for it."
"What!" came from Giant and Whopper, but Snap merely shook his head and winked at them, and then they said no more.
"That's a fair deal, isn't it?" asked Giles Faswig, oilily. "You'll make a clean dollar and a half by the operation."
"We don't want your money," said Snap, decidedly.
"Eh?" came from both men.
"I wouldn't sell you our ammunition at any price, and I don't think my friends care to either."
"That's the talk," put in Shep.