Again the united families laughed appreciatively. It was evident that a prophet is not always without honor in his own land.
"We've no use for them," said the great man, with the noble abandoning gesture of a Spanish grandee about to present a horse to a man travelling by canoe. And he added: "So they're for sale. Now what do you think they'd be worth to you?"
All the honest blue eyes, and there were no other colors, widened upon
Saterlee.
"Fifty dollars," he said, as one accustomed to business.
It was then that a panting, female voice was raised behind him. "Sixty dollars!"
His showy acquaintance of the dining-car had followed him along the ties as fast as she could, and was just come up.
"I thought you two was a trust," commented the proprietor's wife, pausing with her needle in the air. "But it seems you ain't even a community of interests."
"Seventy dollars," said Saterlee quietly.
The lady advanced to his side, counting the change in her purse.
"Seventy-six dollars and eighty-five cents," she said.