"How much?"
"I'll give you a hundred dollars."
"Pooh! What's that? I want more."
"We'll arrange that later."
"You and Girk are making a fortune out of this deal."
"Not as much as you think."
"I've read the newspapers and I know how much was in the haul. I want a thousand dollars."
"We'll arrange that afterward, Dan. Remember, in the future what is mine is yours."
"Now you're talking, dad," was the bully's quick reply. "I like the way you are doing things, and I'm going to stick to you as soon as this little matter Mumps and I have on hand is settled."
"All right, you shall stay with me," responded the elder Baxter.
"Where is your boat?"