“To be sure—one thousand shares of the Blue Bell Mine, of Montana, said to be worth exactly fifty thousand dollars.”
“Phew! You're flying high, Gaff!” laughed Pat Malone.
“And why not, so long as I sell the stocks?”
“What did they cost you?”
“Well, they didn't cost me fifty thousand dollars,” and Gaff Caven closed one eye suggestively.
“You bet they didn't! More than likely they didn't cost you fifty dollars.”
“What, such elegantly engraved stocks as those?”
“Pooh! I can buy a bushel-basket full of worthless stocks for a dollar,” came from Pat Malone. “But that isn't here nor there. I go into the deal if you give me my fair share of the earnings.”
“I'll give you one-third, Pat, and that's a fair share, I think.”
“Why not make it half?”