“Unexceptionable.”
“Is not the half of the wondrous wealth enough for you? You who only take out your ship and divers to get what it has taken me years to find. I tell you there are cargoes of this rich metal lying there—hundreds of thousands of pounds—a princely fortune; and yet you hesitate.”
“Are there any volcanoes your way?” said Mr Parkley, drily.
“Yes—many. Why?”
“I thought so,” said the sturdy Englishman.
“It is enough,” cried the Cuban, haughtily. “You play with me, and insult me.”
And, as he spoke, with flashing eyes, he snatched at the two ingots, and began to wrap them up, but with a smile of contempt he threw them back on the desk.
“No, we do not,” said Mr Parkley quietly; “only you are so red hot. I must have time to think.”
“Time to think?”
“Yes. I like the idea, and I think I shall accept your offer.”