“How are you, Phil,” said Reuben in a friendly way.
“You are just the one I want to meet,” said Phil earnestly. “Didn't you tell me once you would like to buy my gun?”
“Yes. Want to sell it?”
“No, I don't; but I want the money it will bring. So I'll sell it if you'll buy.”
“What d'ye want for it?” asked Reuben cautiously.
“Six dollars.”
“Too much. I'll give five.”
“You can have it,” said Phil after a pause. “How soon can you let me have the money?”
“Bring the gun round to-night, and I'll pay you for it.”
“All right. Do you know of any one who wants to buy a boat?”