“All right, et ees your own broth you brew, monsieur. I shall keep ze box. Et ees all mine. Do you hear? Et ees mine.”
“Faugh! A bluff! You wouldn’t dare. I ask you to try it.”
The Frenchman clutched the box still more tightly.
“Et ees mine,” he persisted stubbornly.
“You try it,” warned the other.
“No more will I come to you,” Frischette informed him. “We are through. I shall keep ze box.”
“Fool!” cried the other in vexation, beginning to relent “I suppose that I must humor you always. Very well, it shall be as you say. I give you my promise. But it will cost you a pretty penny this time.”
Suddenly they began to barter.
“Half,” said the Frenchman.
“Two-thirds,” insisted the man with the beard.