"Yes?" repeated Hippy.
"No man can say that ain't a fair offer. Now we'll get right down to business, Mister—Mister—"
"Wingate," assisted Tom.
"We'll get right down to business, Mr. Wingate. You will sell?"
"Sure thing. I'll sell anything I have except my wife and the bull pup."
"Good! I reckoned that was about the size of it," chuckled Ainsworth, passing a hand across his face to hide his expression of satisfaction. "What's your figger?"
"Half a million."
"Feet?"
"No. Dollars."
"Are you crazy?"