"I think so, sir," says Bixby. "I can look it up, sir."
"Ah!" says Runyon. "Bixby will look it up."
"He needn't," says Old Hickory. "It's been doubled, that's all. We had the notice last week. Torchy, did you——"
"Yep!" says I, shootin' the letter at him.
"Well, well!" says Runyon, after he's gazed at it. "There must have been some well founded cause for such an advance. Bixby, you must——"
"It's because you think you've got us in a hole," breaks in Old Hickory. "We've got to load our boats and you control the docks."
"Oh, yes!" chuckles Marcus T. "An unfortunate situation—for you. But I presume there are other dockage facilities available."
"If there were," says Mr. Ellins sarcastic, "do you think we would be paying you from three to five millions a year?"
"Bixby, I fear you must explain our position more fully," goes on Mr. Runyon.
"Oh, certainly," says Bixby. "I will have a full report prepared and—— "