"Maybe I don't and then again maybe I do. It won't be as good as your copy, p'r'aps. But it'll get some coin, I reckon. Take a look," he taunted, and tossed his proofs to the other.
The quack broke forth at the first glance. "Look here! You claim fifty thousand tons of copper in sight."
"So there is."
"With a telescope, I suppose."
"Well, telescope's sight, ain't it? You wouldn't try to hear through one, would you?"
"And $200,000.00 worth, ready for milling," continued the critic.
"Printer's error in the decimal point," returned the other, with airy impudence. "Move it two to the left. Keno! There you have it: $2000.00."
"Very ingenious, Mr. McQuiggan," said Hal. "But you're practically admitting that your ads. are faked."
"Admittin' nothin'! I offer you the ads. and I've got the ready stuff to pay for 'em."
"And you think that is all that's necessary?"