"One hundred thousand dollars."
Dorn turned to Anderson and asked, "Is it worth that much?"
"No. Seventy-five thousand would be a big price," replied the rancher.
"Neuman, we will give you seventy-five thousand for your holdings. Do you accept?"
"I have no choice," replied Neuman, sullenly.
"Choice!" exclaimed Dorn. "Yes, you have. And you're not being cheated. I've stated facts. You are done in this valley. You're ruined now! And Glidden's fate stares you in the face.… Will you sell and leave the country?"
"Yes," came the deep reply, wrenched from a stubborn breast.
"Go draw up your deeds, then notify us," said Dorn, with finality.
Jake opened the door. Stolidly and slowly Neuman went out, precisely as he had entered, like a huge man in conflict with unintelligible thoughts.
"Send him home in the car," called Anderson.