Rollins beat his hat upon his thigh.
"Well," he said, "they ought to be worth a good deal to you, Mr. Leighton."
"I'll give you five hundred dollars."
"Mr. Leighton!" Rollins was deprecating. "Five hundred dollars!"
"What do you want, then? Speak up."
"Five thousand would be nearer value, Mr. Leighton."
Luke turned away. This was the part of the business that he loathed.
"I'll give you two thousand and not a cent more," said Leighton.
Rollins thought himself now in a commanding position.
"I can't consider that," he said with the nearest approach to firmness he had yet shown.