"But ve can't pay dem any more," protested the squat partner. "Vot ve gonna do?"
"Oh, you fellows can't kid me, I know you're coining the jack; but if you think its worth ten grand to you, I think I can adjust matters," the Grand Giraw stated.
"Ten t'ousand dollars?" the two mill men gasped.
"You've got good ears," Matthew assured them. "And if you don't come across I'll put the whole power of my organization behind your hands. Then it'll cost you a hundred grand to get back to normal."
The Germans looked at each other incredulously.
"Are you t'reatening us, Meester Fisher?" whined Blickdoff.
"You've got a good head at figuring out things, Blickdoff," Matthew retorted, sarcastically.
"Suppose ve refuse?" queried the heavier Teuton.
"Yeah, suppose you do. Can't you imagine what'll happen when I pull these people off the job?"
"Ve'll call oudt de militia," warned Blickdoff.