Reuben's lip straightened instantly. “Wrangling? Who is wrangling, brother? You are too impatient, Sidi.”
“I am in haste,” said Israel.
“Ah!”
There was an ominous silence, and then in a cold voice Reuben said, “The things are well enough in their way. What do you wish me to do with them?”
“To buy them,” said Israel.
“Buy them?”
“Yes.”
“But I don't want them.”
“Are they worth your money?—you don't want that either.”
“Umph!”