“I haven’t done with you yet, Wolf Penniman,” said Waddie, creeping up to me.
“Well, I hope you will finish with me as soon as possible,” I replied, stepping back from the wall so as not to afford him any temptation to push me into the lake.
“I’ll keep my word with you.”
“Fifty dollars!” stormed the auctioneer, justly indignant at the sacrifice of the boat.
“When must it be paid for?” demanded Waddie.
“Cash on delivery,” replied the auctioneer sharply.
“Can it be delivered to-morrow?”
“No; the sale must be closed to-day. Fifty dollars!”
“Sixty,” said Waddie, with an ugly glance at me, after one of the bystanders had whispered a word to him, to the effect, I suppose, that he would lend him ten dollars.
“Sixty-five,” I added quietly.