"I shall try to get a good price," Dick nodded, "but I may find
myself up against close bargainers. So hurry up and vote as to
the lowest price that I'm to accept under any circumstances."
"What do you say?" asked Tom Reade, looking at Dave.
"We ought to get sixty dollars for it, at the very lowest," Darrin
replied, slowly. "I'd like to pull in seventy-five dollars, for
we need every penny of the latter amount."
"We might get along with seventy," hinted Harry Hazelton. "Suppose
we say seventy dollars as the lowest possible price that we can
consider."
"Sixty-five dollars, anyway," urged Dan Dalzell, otherwise known
as "Danny Grin."
"What's your own idea, Dick?" asked Tom Reade, as the distant
whistle sounded.
"If you fellows are going to be content with a sixty or seventy-dollar
bottom price," suggested Prescott, "I wish you'd elect someone
else to go in my place."
"Do you think we'll have to take fifty?" asked Tom Reade looking
aghast.
"If you send me, and leave the trade in my hands," retorted young
Prescott, "then you'll have to accept ninety dollars as the very
bottom price, or there won't be any sale."
"Hurrah!" chuckled Danny Grin. "That's the talk! Ninety---or
nothing!"
"Do you think you can get that much?" asked Dave doubtingly.
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