I've got eight thousand head--good clean stock.

They're above the average, but I'm keeping my word with Jim Lefingwell, and turning them in at the market price." "That's twenty-five dollars, delivered at the railroad company's corral, in town here." He looked straight at Lawler, his face expressionless except for the slight smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth--which might have been indicative of vindictiveness or triumph.
"Thirty," smiled Lawler.

"That was the price Lefingwell agreed to pay." Warden appeared to be blandly amused.
"Lefingwell agreed to pay thirty, you say?
Well, Lefingwell always was a little reckless.

That's why my company asked for his resignation.

But if you have a written contract with Lefingwell--in which it appears that Lefingwell acted for the company, why, of course we'll have to take your stock at the contract price.