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How do you do, Mr. Pulcifer?" This placidity seemed to shut off Raish's breath for the moment, but it returned in full supply. "How do I DO!" he repeated. "Well, I ain't what you'd call fust-rate, I'd say. I'm pretty darn sick, if anybody should ask you. I've had enough to make me sick. Say, look here, Bangs! What kind of a game is this you've been puttin' over on me hey?... Hey?"

"Hold on! Did you come here to SELL somebody's stock for 'em?" "Why, no, not exactly. But, as I say, a friend of mine has some and she was anxious to know what it was worth at the present time. When I tell her that you will give eighteen dollars a share for it " "Here!" Raish's smile and his urbanity had vanished. "Here," he demanded, "what are you talkin' about?

For an instant Raish's smoothness deserted him. His temper flared. "Because the cussed fools won't sell it to me," he snapped. "That is, they ain't said they'd sell yet. Perhaps they're prejudiced against me, I don't know. Maybe they will sell to you; you and they seem to be thicker'n thieves. Er that is, of course, you understand I don't mean Oh, well, you know what I mean, Perfessor.

Erastus happened to be busy at the moment there were two customers in his store at the same time, an event most unusual so Galusha's wants were supplied by no less a person than Mr. Horatio Pulcifer. Raish's greeting was condescendingly genial. "Well, well!" he exclaimed, pumping the little man's arm up and down with one hand and thumping his shrinking shoulder blades with the other.

If I'd hung on I might have got more for it. Looks to me as if Raish's crowd, whoever they are, are mighty anxious to buy. And the Denboro Trust Company folks might bid against 'em if 'twas necessary. They've got too much of that stock to let themselves be froze out. Humph!... Humph! I ain't sure as I did right." "But but you did get a profit, Captain Hallett. The profit you ah expected." "Humph!

"Raish's buyin' the stock won't make any difference to you, will it?" "Eh?... To ME? Why why, of course not. Dear me, no. Why ah how could it make any difference to me?" "I didn't mean you, yourself. I meant to the Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot people, or whoever it was that bought my stock." "Oh oh, oh! To them? Oh, yes, yes! I thought for the moment you referred to me personally. Ha, ha!

He remembered them now, although at the time they had made little impression upon his mind. But Raish Pulcifer's name was not mentioned in any of those conversations; Captain Jethro's had been, but not Raish's. Yet Primmie vowed that the latter had made Miss Martha cry. He determined to seek Primmie and ask for more particulars that very evening. But Primmie saved him the trouble of seeking her.