“Yes.”
“You mean—put out his light?”
“Exactly.”
“Your own price,” cried Godard eagerly.
“Five thousand?”
“Yes.”
“In cold cash?”
“The very day it is done.”
“That’s good enough for me,” returned Belle, with a gleeful shrug of her shoulders. “I can use the dust all right, Nate, and I’ve thought of a way by which I can do the job.”
“Or get done yourself in attempting it.”