“You don’t look like one.”
“That’s what makes me a good one.”
He chuckled, and I saw his teeth were long and yellow. He seemed to like that crack. “Go on,” he said.
“An oil proposition,” I told him.
“What’s the nature of it?”
“There’s a lot of nice oil land.”
He nodded.
“I haven’t got title to it — yet.”
“How do you intend to get title?”
“With the money that’s paid in for stock.”