The breakers were close aboard. However, I dodged them momentarily.
“Why do you want to buy?” I asked.
“For reasons.”
“I should think you had land enough already.”
“I thought I had, but it seems I haven't. Well, what's your price for that strip?”
“Mr. Colton, I—I'm afraid—”
“Never mind that. I suppose you're afraid you'll make the price too low. Now, see here, I'm a busy man. I haven't time to do any bargaining. Name your price and, if it's anywhere within reason, we won't haggle. I expect to pay more than anyone else would. That's part of my fine for being a city man and not a native. Gad! the privilege is worth the money. I'll pay the fine. What's the price?”
“But why do you want to buy?”
“For reasons of my own, I tell you. They haven't anything to do with your selling.”
“I'm not so sure.”