"Ah, then you will consider releasing Genius!"
"Well, I'll tell you something," said the mayor confidentially. "When you've got one thing, you've got one thing. But when you've got money, it's the same as having a lot of things. Because, if you've got money, you can buy this and that and this and that and—"
"This and that," concluded Joe. "We'll give you five hundred buckos."
"Now, gents!" Johnson remonstrated. "Why, six hundred would hardly—"
"You haven't left us much money," Harvey put in.
The mayor frowned. "All right, we'll split the difference. Make it five-fifty."
Harvey was quick to pay out, for this was a genuine windfall. Then he stood up and admired the astonishing possession he had so inexpensively acquired.
"I really hate to deprive you of this unique creature," he said to Johnson. "I should imagine you will be rather lonely, with only your filial mammoth to keep you company."
"I sure will," Johnson confessed glumly. "I got pretty attached to Genius, and I'm going to miss him something awful."
Harvey forcibly removed his eyes from the native, who was clearing off the table almost all at once.