"Then I will do it--at a price."
"Price!" snapped Ferguson. "Oh, thou grasping, greedy fellow. Doth not the hundred guineas cover this small extra service also?"
"Nay, by life it doth not," answered Ammon slowly. "One bargain doth not drive a second."
"Well, well," groaned Ferguson. "What is your price, then? Name it."
"Ten guineas."
"What!" almost shrieked the chaplain. "Ten guineas just to kill a man?"
"Yes, and a low price too. I run great risk in doing it."
"Oh, thou extortioner! thou greedy leech! But, come, 'tis surely but a jest. Say five and I am with thee."
"Ten guineas."
"Eight."