"Feefty tollar! So hellup me grashus! I vould be alretty bankrupted of I gif feefty tollars on effery vatch. Vat you dake me for?"
"Take you for an old fraud," replied the unabashed first mate of the Fancy. "Of course you would be bankrupted, as you ought to have been long ago, if you gave fifty dollars on every turnip that is brought in; but you could well afford to advance a hundred on this watch, and you know it."
"VELL, I TELL YOU. I GIFS YOU TVENTY-FIFE."
"Vell, I tell you. I gifs t'venty-fife."
"Fifty," said Bonny, firmly.
"Dirty, und not von cent more, so hellup me."
"Fifty."
"Dirty-fife?"
"We'll split the difference, and call it forty-five."