“Yes, and there might not!”
“If the gold was absolutely sure, Phil, you know nobody would sell. Would they? A man has got to take a chawnce.
“What do you want for the bally thing, Mr. Dalton?”
“One thousand plunks,” remarked Dalton without a tremor.
“Plunks?”
“Yes, plunks,––bucks!”
“Bucks?”
“Yes,––plunks, bucks, greenbacks, In-God-We-Trusts, D-O-double L-A-R-S.”
“Two hundred quid!” figured Hannington roughly, who, for the proper realisation of actual values still had the habit of converting his dollars into English coinage.