"That means you won't trust me!" cried Bulson, in a rage.
"Business is business."
Homer Bulson breathed hard. The pair were on a side street, close to where a new building was being put up. The young man paused.
"You're a hard-hearted fellow, Pepper," he said. "You take the wind out of my sails. I've got to have a drink on that. Come, though. I don't bear a grudge. Drink with me."
As he spoke he pulled a flask from his pocket and passed it over.
"I'll drink with you on one condition," answered Pepper. "And that is that I get my price."
"All right; it's high, but you shall have it."
Without further ado Sam Pepper opened the flask and took a deep draught of the liquor inside.
"Phew! but that's pretty hot!" he murmured, as he smacked his lips. "Where did you get it?"