But in his heart, Leonard wondered what he should do if another ounce was bid.
Meanwhile the spectators were shouting encouragement, and Pereira was urging Xavier to increase his offer.

For a while the Portugee hesitated, surveying Juanna, who stood pale and silent, her head bowed upon her breast.

At this juncture Leonard turned, the glass still in his hand.
"Did you make any advance, senor ?" he asked.
"No, curse you! Take her.

I will not put down another ounce for her or any woman on the earth." Leonard only smiled and looked at Pereira.
"Going!" said that worthy; "the white girl, Juanna, is going to the stranger Pierre for one hundred and twenty ounces of gold.

Going! Come, Xavier, don't lose her.