The weazened man entered, rubbing his hands.
"Yes, sir.

Right here, sir." "What contracts have we in the files ?" "Several, sir.

One for mining timber stulls, logs, and that sort of thing, for the Machol Mine at Idaho Springs; one for the Tramway company in Denver for two thousand ties to be delivered in June; one for--" "I don't mean that sort.

Are there any stumpage contracts ?" "Only one, sir." "One?
What!" "The one you signed, sir, to Thayer and Blackburn, just a week or so before you started out West.

Don't you remember, sir; you signed it, together with a lease for the flume site and lake ?" "I signed nothing of the sort!" "But you did, sir.