“The sap doesn’t run.”
“If the sap ran like the Dart, it would not make the bark sell for tan. You either knew nothing about the conditions, or you wilfully deceived me; and I dare be sworn it was the latter. I can believe even that of you now, a favourer of incendiaries.”
“Come, do not be extravagant. What other criminals have I ever favoured?”
“I am too hot and too angry to argue,” retorted Pasco. “But I want to know something for certain about this Brimpts wood. It is well enough to cut it down, but what I want to know is, how will you transport the oak so as to make it pay?”
“Sell on the spot.”
“To whom?”
“To timber merchants.”
“They will reckon the cost of carriage.”
“We shan’t have to pay for it.”
“We shall sell at a good price.”