“That is the sum we want.”
“If it were one thousand I think you might get it.”
“One thousand!” repeated the other scornfully. “That wouldn’t half pay us.”
“Then suppose you call it two thousand?”
“It won’t do.”
“Then I suppose I must make up my mind to remain a prisoner.”
“Five thousand dollars wouldn’t be much to a rich man like Pettigrew. We have inquired, and found out that he is worth at least a hundred thousand dollars. Five thousand is only a twentieth part of this sum.”
“You can do as you please, but you had better ask a reasonable amount if you expect to get it.”
“We don’t want advice. We shall manage things in our own way.”
Convinced that further discussion would be unavailing, Rodney relapsed into silence, but now his captors proceeded to unfold their plans.