"And I'll not ask him.

Anyhow, a few dollars would be of no use to me.

I'd only prolong the agony of getting down to where I've got to go." "Five thousand dollars is right smart of money," protested the judge.

"On second thought, I guess you'd better let me negotiate with him." The old man's eyes were sparkling with satisfaction in the phrases that were forming in his mind for the first letter to Dawson.
"Thank you," said Arthur.

But it was evident that he was not interested.