“Sixty cents the square mile! Any advance on sixty cents?”
These sixty cents made the respectable sum of 244,200 dollars.
At Jansen’s bid, Donellan raised his head and looked at Todrin; but at an almost imperceptible negative sign from him he remained silent.
All that Forster did was to scrawl a few notes on the margin of his newspaper.
“Come, gentlemen,” said the auctioneer; “wake up! Surely you are going to give more than that?”
And the hammer began to move up and down, as if in disgust at the weakness of the bidding.
“Seventy cents!” said Harald, in a voice that trembled a little.
“Eighty cents!” said Karkof, almost in the same breath.
A nod from Todrin woke up the Major, as if he were on springs.
“Hundred cents!” said the Canadian.