"Maybe you might regret it afterward.

Don't you want to take two or three days to think it over ?" "No." "Sure now ?" persisted Geary.
"But I've _got_ to sell before three days," answered Vandover.
"Otherwise he'll want ten thousand." "That's a fact," admitted the other.

"Well," he went on, "if your mind's made up, why--we can go right ahead.

As I say, there's no reason for waiting; better take up Wade while he's in the mood for it.

You see, he hasn't signed any proposition as yet, and he might go back on us." Vandover drew a long breath and got up slowly, heavily, from the couch, saying: "What's the odds to me what I sell for?
_I_ don't get the money." "Well, what do you say if we go right down to a notary's office and put this thing right through," Geary suggested.
"Come on, then." "Have you got your abstract here, the abstract of the block ?" Vandover nodded.