It's wuth a lot of money now, but the option's 'most run out." "When does it expire ?" "Saturday." "That's to-morrow." Gus Briskow nodded.

"It's cheap at a thousand dollars an acre, an' it costs two hundred." "Of course you'll take it." "Nope." "Why not ?" "Per one thing, I got a lot of other land just as good an' mebbe better, an' I been takin' it up out of the royalties that come in.

We got enough sure money in sight to do us, but I promised Ma to play safe, an'-- we can't take everything.

You kin have that option, Mister Gray, for nothin'.

You kin sell the lease inside of a week an' make fifty thousand dollars, or you kin hold it an' make mebbe a million.
All it'll cost you is thirty-two thousand dollars.