He uneasily awaited the mayor's return.
Stitz returned radiant.

He was rubbing his hands and beaming.
"Fine!" he exclaimed.

"Fine! I make me one boss grafter yet! Mister Skinner grafts me one roast beef and six pigs' feet.

He ain't much liking those fire-extinguishers to have.

How much more will you graft me now ?" The Colonel looked the mayor squarely in the eye.
"Stitz," he said, "I ain't goin' to run no auction with that there Skinner.