“Where?”
“Oh, down at Stamford.”
“Why, that's near New York.”
“Of course; don't you send your fur to New York?”
“Yes, but it costs a lot to get it there.
“Now,” said Warren, “if you'll take it in trade, I'll meet you half-way and call it one hundred dollars.”
“Make it one hundred and twenty-five dollars and I'll take a rifle, anyway.”
“Phew!” whistled the trader. “Where do ye get such notions?”
“Nothing wrong about the notion; old Si Sylvanne offered me pretty near that, if I'd come out his way with the stuff.”
This had the desired effect of showing that there were other traders. At last the deal was closed. Besides the fox skin, they had three hundred dollars' worth of fur. The exchange for the fox skin was enough to buy all the groceries and dry goods they needed. But Rolf had something else in mind.