"That is against our rules," said Hugo. "My good Mr. Schmidt, take the packages and go to some other place. Other agents have told me that Montclair is not a good town for business. Go to—to Rahway! I am sure you will sell all your packages there."
"No; I don't go to Rahway. I sell all my packages here."
"But, my good friend——"
"I am not your good friend. I am no friend to a rascal."
"Really, this language——"
"Never mind about the language! I ain't going to be schwindled by no fakir. I've got forty-nine packages here, and I want you to pay me back my money, seven dollars and thirty-five cents."
"I can't think of such a thing."
"Then I give you in charge for schwindling," said Otto Schmidt, thrusting a fat fist directly under Hugo's nose. "I may be one Dutchman, but I ain't so dumb as you think I am."
"I don't think you dumb at all," said Hugo soothingly. "I think you are a smart man of business."