The laugh didn’t come.
“Ho, Charlie! What do your windows cost?” he asked, pointing to those fronting the main street.
“Want to buy a window?” grinned the fleshy hotel-keeper.
“Sure!”
“One––or the whole frame?”
“The entire works, the nine windows, frame and all!”
“Oh well!––to you, Jim, that would be fifty bucks, less ten percent for cash,” replied Mackenzie, going over to the cash register.
“Fifty dollars, less ten percent,” repeated Jim; “that’s forty-five dollars.” His voice rose gaily. “There she goes, Charlie!”
He threw forty-five dollars from his roll over the counter.