"Yes; but they won't buy fish at that price."
"I'll try them, anyway, sir. Thank you for the trouble you've taken for me. Good morning, sir."
"Hold on, there," interrupted the hotel proprietor. "Perhaps
I can offer you a little more."
In his own mind the hotel man was determined that the rival Kelway
House should not have the chance to serve these bass.
More haggling followed, but Dick stuck to his price. In the end he got it. Scales were brought and the fish weighed. The total came to eighteen dollars and thirty-three cents.
"I suppose an even eighteen dollars will satisfy you?" asked the hotel man.
"Yes, sir," admitted the greatly delighted Prescott.
While the money was being counted over, Dave slipped away with the push cart.
"In about ten minutes, sir," said Dick, after he had pocketed the money and had thanked the hotel man, "I'll have something else to show you."
"What?" asked the man, eyeing Dick keenly.