“That’s what.”
“Where’d you get the money?”
“Left to me.”
“How much did you pay?”
“Seventy thousand.”
“Seventy! You fat-wit!”
“What’s the matter with that?” asked Jeremy, crestfallen.
“Twenty thousand nice, fat, round, cool dollars is what’s the matter with it. Why did n’t you tell me?”
“Did n’t have the time. I caught Wymett when he was scared.”
“He caught you when you were easy,” retorted Galpin in disgust. “How did you happen to get stuck for seventy?”