“Eh, $3.12! How the devil can they make it at that?”
“Oh, they make it. How they do it is none of our concern. It would make you a very popular gift and the boys would go wild over it.”
Madley turned to me. “Is that your bottom price?”
“I gave Mr. Bingham my very best figures.”
“How many have you got?”
“Any amount you want.”
He called two of his young men, and after a conference with them came up to Bingham and said: “Bingham, I can't afford to let you make a profit on these rifles. You wouldn't come up here if you were not making something. The idea is a good one, and you may send your boy up and get the best suit of clothes I've got, but I'm going to figure on rifles before I order.”
“All right, Chris, go in.” He turned on his heel to go out, and I followed. When we were on the sidewalk he said: “I don't give it up yet, but I can play bluff as well as he can.”
“You asked too much advance, I am afraid.”
“Oh, I know him. I'll go for him by and by.”