“Let me out the gate.”
“What for?” asked the surprised criminal.
“When you talk that way, thar’s no need of my waitin’.”
“I asked you to name a sum, but you wouldn’t.”
“I didn’t s’pose you war goin’ to ask all the money thar is in New York,” said the trapper, whose ideas of the financial resources of the great metropolis were crude.
“Well, make a proposal and I’ll tell you what I’ll do.”
“Baker thought five hundred was plenty, but Ard said if you stuck out I might go a thousand.”
“It’s the other young man that pays it, isn’t it?”
“Of course.”