"Let me warn you: don't pay his price." "Thanks." When Spantz entered the door, a moment later, the girl was gazing listlessly from the window and Truxton King was leaning against the counter with his back toward her, his arms folded and a most impatient frown on his face.
"Hello!" he said gruffly.

"I've been waiting ten minutes for you." Spantz's black eyes shot from one to the other.

"What do you want ?" he demanded sharply.

As he dropped his hat upon a stool near, the door, his glance again darted from the man to the girl and back again.
"The broadsword.

And, say, Mr.Spantz, you might assume a different tone in addressing me.