“Well?” I asked.
“I haven't paid you yet,” he said, sullenly. “How much?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I knew, of course, but it pleased me to make him say it.
“Why, how much for towing us in? What's your price? Come, hurry up.”
“I haven't any price. I'm not in the salvage business.”
“Not—Say, don't bargain. What's your price, I ask you?”
“Nothing, of course. Very glad to have been of assistance.”
I took up my oars.
“Here!” he shouted. “Stop! hold on! Confound you! do you suppose we don't intend to pay you for this?”
I shook my head. “It has been a pleasure,” I said, sweetly. “Good day.”