Varlie.

Sell elsewhere then.

Roto.

Do, Mister Gordon. Next month a Pakeha I know is coming to the city. He thinkin’ of a station like this. I fetch him along, Mister Gordon.

Gordon.

Next month! I want to be half way to England next month.

Varlie.

(Lighting a cigar.) I’ll give you four thousand five hundred for it—

Gordon.