He was standing at the edge of the water, with one hand in his pocket.

Miss Colton was behind him.
"Well ?" I asked.
"I haven't paid you yet," he said, sullenly.

"How much ?" "What do you mean ?" I asked.

I knew, of course, but it pleased me to make him say it.
"Why, how much for towing us in?
What's your price?
Come, hurry up." "I haven't any price.

I'm not in the salvage business." "Not--Say, don't bargain.