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.